Y se repite la misma historia...

This delicate thing we've made..

Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today It's been seven months and counting You've moved on I still feel exactly the same It's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name like photographs and memories ...steel and granite reminders The city calls your name and I can't move on.

I know I let you down Again and again I know I never really treated you right I've paid the priceI'm still paying for it every day