And break through the walls and the whispers
I get home early, I swear
I love you bit by bit and through wear and tear
Lying to myself alone, no pretense
But if only like before
I love you just as much but not as often
If we need to dance in front of people
Your hands move up but I go down
If loving is also holding back
Smother me with love before the worst
The TV turns off and everything goes quiet
And I pity you, I please you
And count the cracks if we had to
Below, everything spreads out
Already the end of the ball
A malaise weighing in the trunks
Since we only leave in appearance
That memories make the suffering
If loving is also holding back
Smother me with love before the worst
If loving is also holding back
Smother me with love before the worst