The band plays on the sidewalk
Trumpet glimmering in the sun
But I don’t hear the joy
Headphones on
Listening to sad songs
Lone terrace patron
Drinking her coffee
Added sugar but all I taste is salt
From the tears I repress
Not in public
Not now
They’ll flow later
But for now
The band plays on the sidewalk
And I don’t hear a single note
And the world is salt

I don’t know what it is
I don’t know what it isn’t
That for some reason
I am not worthy of your love
I don’t know what it is
I don’t know what it isn’t
That for some reason
I am not worthy of my own
Maybe this is the answer to that
Maybe the mirror cracked
When I looked at it
Presumptuous and vain
Thinking I was ready
Maybe the mirror cracked
To show me not the way
But my distortions
When I knew them by heart
and thought them conquered
Presumptuous and vain
Running not towards light
But false reflections
When the mirror cracked
And I realized that for all my efforts
I would never reach
When the mirror cracked
And my distortions exploded
And my hopes were shattered
Into as many razor-sharp shards
Presumptuous
Vain
Vanquished
I don’t know what it is
That makes me recoil
The reflection showed a broken path
And I fell
And maybe this time
I am tired
And maybe this time
I don’t get up
And maybe this time
I learn the bitter lesson
I don’t know what it is
I don’t know what it isn’t
That makes me so
But the die is cast
And it is faith gone
And it is hope lost
Because the mirror cracked
And the light was snuffed
And I got lost
In the ashes of dead dreams

y por si es la última vez que nos escribimos,
rayo de sol entre las nubes más oscuras,
si este hilo de Ariadna que te dí acaba roto
por culpa de los ladrillos agrietados
de esos muros que construyo a mi alrededor
que sepas que nunca te quiero olvidar a ti tampoco

me impediré buscar tu nombre en aeropuertos
en canciones o poemas
en hilos, en conversación, en redes
ciega seré para mejor despertar, algún día
con gratitud intacta, y paz, y amor
anhelo y esperanza de un corazón abierto de nuevo