As I pull your hair
and speaking...

A Chile Verde Tostada,
and a cup of coffee...

Crimson is the sound of life
live becomes...

Her eyes watch him say no
Her heart fall down and agonize...

Touch by a glance
A thought...

If you don't have love
You don't have nothing...

deface like a sign
line up in disgrace...

Cross Roads
Waking around the truth...