Sitting in my room and thinking of younOn a Tuesday afternoonnIf I knew what to saynI'd say it to younBut I don't have a cluennSoledad, I just want you to knownSoledad, I wake up every morning thinking of younnI walked home from your apartmentnListening to Iris DeMentnThe lyrics, they all made so much sensenWhen thinking of words what went unsaid