Slow is the memory I can see it stop in my front Flores orange crushed in concrete I walk around, barefoot Because I know you want me to I can not remember everything Your sweat is sweet taste as a stick of sugar I had been there before coming My tank is empty But you are based I have tried to explain What I love another person But I can not bear to hear you cry I was sick in all those years wasted A rag for the tears of someone I would bring out and hang dry pra And I saw you when I came back Perhaps we can begin to track the back forward You touch it because he knows how much I I think that we need to relax Because I know you want me to Every time and everywhere A superficial happiness but the belly is not there With the bad things you really should take care And the gap is too bear pra I have tried to explain What I love another person But I can not bear to hear you cry I was sick in all those years wasted A rag for the tears of someone I would bring out and hang dry pra Come, come Turn off the phone Please go home