Ella me pidió tiempo. Yo le dí mis lunas y mis soles, mis segundos, los minutos y mis horas. Le ofrecí un Octubre acompañado de 11 meses, envejecer con ella, y hasta le obsequié un reloj de arena. Ella me pidió tiempo. Creo que las definiciones en su diccionario, no son las mismas que en el mío.”— Ecatzin

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones 
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
You know I love you so 
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you 
Oh, what a thing to do
Because you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh, what a thing to do 
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones 
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
You know I love you so 
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you 
Oh, what a thing to do
Because you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh, what a thing to do 
And it was all yellow