If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you
time is a language I don’t speak.
When I say now, I mean
mañana, chica. Was it yesterday
mañana, chica. Was it yesterday
we were bloody-nosed, holding
our breath for the balloon to come
our breath for the balloon to come
down, hoping for higher, higher. Maybe
freedom is a ribbon, pinning us to earth.
freedom is a ribbon, pinning us to earth.
