Hotel Window

Mi alma no, estoy sola aquí, estoy sola sin ti.
Mi alma no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Where does it go, all the love I get?
Did it float on down to the river's edge?
Did it make its way back to the sea?
Do you think of me?
Maybe you forgot the room, maybe you forgot my face.
Maybe you remembered clearly; you chose a different place.
Maybe you passed the street, maybe you saw the light.
Maybe you stopped a moment, maybe you changed your mind.
Sitting alone on the hotel's bed,
I've been waiting just like you said.