At the end of the street is a brick house From here I can hear the music That comes from there With a smile on his face They toast Stuck on this side Seeing you through the screen In the absence of touch Your face gets cold And I get warm Do you hear when I cry? It was yesterday that I saw you smiling at me Now we have a tattooed skin The same one that killed me killed you Or did we survive? At the end of the street It has a pink grass A dog that plays While they toast to be together Do you hear when I cry? It was yesterday that I saw you smiling at me Now we have a tattooed skin The same one that killed me killed you Or did we survive? I could knock on the door and get in But from the sidewalk I cry with rooted feet Waiting for our toast From a new day