All this talk of getting old it's getting me down, my love. Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown. This time I'm comin' down, and I hope you're thinking of me as you lay down on your side.
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse; but I know I'll see your face again.
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse; but I know I'll see your face again. But I know I'm on a losing streak 'cause I passed down my old street.
And if you wanna show, then just let me know and I'll sing in your ear again.
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse; but I know I'll see your face again, 'cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming too. Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead.
But if you wanna show, just let me know and I'll sing in your ear again.
Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse; but I know I'll see your face again.
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again. I'm never going down, I'm never coming down. No more, no more, no more, no more, no more.
Te extraño.
