Túnel del bus (en inglés)

Túnel del bus
I live in airports
My job is to travel and travel
But to reach their people
my job is to love
She looks in your car
I always hear a good song
The road is the tunnel of time
We expect the love

I'll eat from your hands when in your bed
Without thinking that tomorrow I have to go
Already exhausted and half asleep
Only illuminates the digital clock
We do not know whether it is day or night
The truth we do not care
The phone is ringing kills
And you're never going to answer
I've told everyone you've gone on a trip
Just want to love
I'll eat from your hands
when in your bed
I will tell the body to die for you
Dance naked in front of the window
Without thinking that tomorrow I have to go
She looks in your car
I always hear a good song
The road is the tunnel of time
We expect the love
I'll eat from your hands when in your bed
I will tell the body thatI die for you
I will not think of anything I just want to live

Dance naked in front of the window
Eat eat your fingers off your back
Without thinking that tomorrow I have to go
I'll eat from your hands when in your bed
Dancing nude until the sun falls
I will tell the body to die for you
But in your heart I am never going to go
Dance naked in front of the window
When in your bed, when in your bed
Without thinking that tomorrow I have to go