Tell me, tell me everything
I'll tell you the future, if you tell me the past
Write me, write me anything
Write me a poem, or an epitaph
I'll deal the cards for you, lay them out
Make you doubt what you know is true
Tell me, tell me everything
I'll tell you the future, if you tell me the past
Draw me, draw me anything
Or all that we'll show 'em, is a photograph
I'll read the stars for you, map them out
Make you shout at a ghost or two
Son cinquenta
La cita son setenta
Si quieres constelaciones ciento cinquenta
Y el pago en efectivo
But tell me, tell me everything
I'll tell you the future, if you tell me the past
Write me, write me anything
Write me a poem, or an epitaph