On the corners of Lisbon

I can´t say I´ve been dreaming of you

And I can´t say you are someone I´ve thought about that often

Even when I look at that taurus on my arm

Your face doesn´t come up that easily

But once in a while

While driving on the streets of this sufocating town

I see this guy, sitting in front of his store

I guess he´s just as tall as you are

I try not to notice his hair colour

Maybe that smile is not like yours after all

While I´m driving on the streets of this sufocating town

I tell a friend of mine that guy

Sitting in front of his store

Reminds me of you

She asks if we´ve been in touch

Do I know anything about you

I wouldn´t really care if your body was found

On any corner of Lisbon