2 de Agosto 2007
I miss you
What have I done?
What have I done?
How could I be so blind?
All is lost, where was I?
Spoiled all, spoiled all...
Everything's gone all wrong...
What have I done?
What have I done?
Find a deep cave to hide in...
In a million years they'll find me...
Only dust and a plaque
that reads: "Here Lies Poor Old Jack"
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Hello there
the angel from my nightmare,
the shadow in backround of the morgue,
the unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley.
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
where you can always find me
and we'll have Halloween on Christmas
and in the night we'll wish this never ends.
We'll wish this never ends.
Where are you? And I'm so sorry.
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.
I need somebody and always
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping on so haunting every time.
And as I stared I counted
webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides.
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason.
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight.
Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head.
I miss you.
Don't waste your time on me you're already the voice inside my head
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you. Agosto 2007.
Dejé mi corazón cogiendo polvo y telarañas,
cada mañana se despega menos de las sábanas.
Amaba más en épocas lejanas...
Dije: ''Nunca jamás pienso volver.''
Pero debí decir: ''Hasta mañana.''
Mi alma
está a punto de saltar por la ventana,
por la que antes se colaban hadas
hasta que puse persianas.
Nada,
en este mar de lágrimas saladas.
No hay lugar para los dulces besos que me trae la fama.
Anda,
si cada vez que mientes muere un hada.
Venga, da cuatro palmadas a las doce campanadas hasta el alba.
Mejor no salgas descalza
si perdiste tu zapato por perseguir la esperanza.
Danza,
al son de los tambores de mi corazón.
Latidos que se escapan de este cuerpo de hojalata.
Baila,
el valls de las miradas
que se hablan entre ellas cuando no quedan palabras.