No sé si el tiempo es propio de nuestra conciencia, no sé si existe de verdad, no sé quién pueda comprobar si todo es una foto o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac (o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac). ¿Pero qué diferencia hay? Si de la conciencia no nos podemos librar. Esa guía innata y leal que vos bien sabés, no siempre podemos respetar. No siempre podemos.

Followers ♥

martes, 10 de abril de 2012

Well I don't feel better
When I'm fucking around

.And I don't write better
When I'm stuck in the ground.

 So don't teach me a lesson
Cause I've already learned
Yeah the sun will be shining
And my children will burn

.Oh the heart beats in its cage.

I don't want what you want
I don't feel what you feel
See I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field
Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left,
.Now it's three in the morning and
You're eating alone.

Oh the heart beats in its cage

All our friends they're laughing at us
All of those you loved, you mistrust
Help me, I'm just not quite myself
Look around there's no one else left

.I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.

Oh, he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left

I'm sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire
.Oh the heart beats in its cage
Yes the heart beats in its cage.

 Alright

.And the heart beats in its cage.

No hay comentarios: