These kinds of stories always have nice beginnings
 His name was Thomas and almost we [bad word] crimes
 Lying on the green grass and recovering
 Every night I discovered myself deep inside his skin

 [bad word] 
 But he always disappears 
 There's no love no blood no tears
 Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me, о-о-о!
 Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all alone

 I'm sitting in a Spanish cafe over half an hour
 I'm waiting for new love, for a new touch I can discover
 But it's all useless I can't be much stronger
 All I've got is his tattoo his mark deep inside my mind

 [bad word] 
 But he always disappears 
 There's no love no blood no tears
 Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me, о-о-о!
 Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all alone

 [Piano]

 But he always disappears 
 There's no love no blood no tears
 Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me, о-о-о!
 Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all alone