We Don't Talk About Bruno Songtext
von Our Last Night

We don′t talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but

It was my wedding day
(It was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn′t a cloud in the sky
(No clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)

You telling this story or am I?
(I'm sorry, mi vida, go on)
Bruno says, "It looks like rain"
(Why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain
(Abuela, get the umbrellas)
Married in a hurricane
(What a joyous day, but anyway)


We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don′t talk about Bruno

Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand
It′s a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand

Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame
Rats along his back
When he calls your name
It all fades to black
When he sees your dreams
And feasts on your screams

We don′t talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno