Not a place like this

Not a place like this

Not a place like this

It’s not a place, it’s not a place

It’s other place

I see you back in this lonely town

You have returned to forgive my faults

I can’t sleep, my eyes are fixed

On a disconnected TV

Not a place like this, it’s not a place

I feel my fingers burn whit ideas of god

In the head they all want to escape

I’m looking for absolution

But there’s no autumn’s need for the trees

That can’t remind me of you

Javier Conde — «Not a place like this» Shane — The fifth essence