Madrid

Centuries of my lonely architecture
Crumbled with one kiss
Perfect woman, perfect desire
Let me ask you this
Would you carry my future in your womb?
And every sunset and midnight moon?

Centuries of my lonely fabric
Was ripped with three words
I had been sworn to silence
But somehow I heard
Would you always save me with your smile?
Share this life even for a while?

Simple things wear heavy masks
Maybe this is too much to ask
But I want to watch your wrinkles grow
Build a home and let you know

That centuries of my lonely travels
Ended the day you were born
Perfect woman, perfect marvel
Every century from now is yours