...Y así brillaban tus ojos al descubrirme tan cerca, cuando tú pensabas que estaba tan lejos...
"Such Great Heights"
The Postal Service
I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images
and when we kiss
they're perfectly aligned
I have to speculate
that God himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch,
but its thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
when I am missing you to death
When you are out there
on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio,
I hope this song
will guide you home
They will see us waving
from such great heights,
'come down now,'
they will say
But everything looks perfect
from far away,
'come down now,'
but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat
it sounded thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly.
You will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with
the windows down when
this is guiding you home
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images
and when we kiss
they're perfectly aligned
I have to speculate
that God himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch,
but its thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
when I am missing you to death
When you are out there
on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio,
I hope this song
will guide you home
They will see us waving
from such great heights,
'come down now,'
they will say
But everything looks perfect
from far away,
'come down now,'
but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat
it sounded thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly.
You will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with
the windows down when
this is guiding you home
...y bailar de vuelta a casa...
3 comentarios:
qué fotos más bonitas....
muy buena la canción....llevo dos semanas maloooooooooooooooooo
ya no sé que hacer....la garganta no me quiere!!!
cómo vas?
Puedo volver, puedo callar, puedo forzar la relidad, puedo doler, puedo arrasar, puedo sentir que no doy más, puedo escurrir, puedo pasar, puedo fingir que me da igual, puedo incidir, escapar, puedo partirme y negociar la otra mitad, puedo romper, puedo olvidar, puede comerme la ansiedad, puedo salir, puedo girar, puedo ser fácil de engañar, puedo joder, puedo encantar, puedo llamarte sin hablar, puedo vencer, puedo palmar, puedo saber que sin vosotros duele más.
Pero qué cosas tan bonitas escribes!!
Has traído a Matisse, y su danza, uno de mis pintores favoritos!
Yo creo que tus ojos brillan siempre, porque guardas el secreto de la vida...
Besitos, me alegré de encontrarte por mi casa!
:)
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