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! 
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! 
Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all alone 

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