These kinds of stories always have nice beginnings
His name was Thomas and almost we were committing crimes
Lying on the green grass and recovering
Every night I discovered myself deep inside his skin
But he always disappears
There's no love no blood no tears
Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me, о-о-о!
Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all [Em]alone
I'm sitting in a Spanish cafe over half an hour
I'm waiting for [Dm7]new love, for [Dm7]a new touch I can discover
But it's all [Em]useless I can't be [Am]much stɾonger
All I've got [Fm7]is his tattoo his mark deep inside my [A]mind
But he always disappears
There's no love no blood no tears
Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me, о-о-о!
Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all [Em]alone
But he always disappears
There's no love no blood no tears
Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me, о-о-о!
Leaves me, tomorrow he'll leave me all [Em]alone
