Y decime, a vos nunca te habló de mi?

Oh, how do you know everything i'm about to say? Am i that obvious ?

And if it's written on my face, i hope it never goes away.

On a Monday, i am waiting. And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms.

So I can breathe

It seems like i can finally rest my head on something real, i like the way that feels.

It's as if you've know me better than i ever knew myself

I love how you can tell all the pieces of me.

(Todos los días son nuestros días, los amo y estoy orgullosa

de poder llamarlos mis amigos.)