Now that I have time to spend Now that I adorn and polish your memories Now that I start to die You are so far away Now that I investigate what could fail I write letters that take the wind Now that I learn to cry In front of the mirror Now that I am a tennis player without your mouth Now that my wounds do not break you Now that it's time to forget your story You are still the thread that ties me to life The witch, the eagle, my lost footprint The roof of my crazy fantasy The notes that claim each melody You are still the air that enters my lungs The dream that poisons me on certain nights The streets that I accidentally walk The name that I scratched on the wall Now that I should leave Now that other lips through your body They lose the celestial bread Of my desire Now that I continue to love without remedy The sad autumn becomes eternal, slow Now that I humiliate to say I'm sorry You are still the thread that ties me to life The witch, the eagle, my lost footprint The roof of my crazy fantasy The notes that claim each melody You are still the air that enters my lungs The dream that poisons me on certain nights The streets that I accidentally walk The name that I scratched on the wall You are still the thread that ties me to life The witch, the eagle, my lost footprint The roof of my crazy fantasy The notes that claim each melody The name that I scratched on the wall Thanks for watching!