bueno bueno,

A veces, hay canciones que expresan lo que te pasa... perfectamente... no?
bueno bueno,
la banda sonora precisa para cierto momento de tu vida,
sea cual sea
si quieres darte la cabeza contra una pared, o correr libre por el campo, da igual...
a veces vuelve
sí... a veces vuelve... porqué? nosé..
pero la puta madre che, siempre vuelve..
todo todo iba bien, y esos hermosos atardeceres...
y eso que hoy de mañana rebosaba de energía y felicidad y los restos de una increíble mañana de ed. física, sentía la necesidad de correr creo..
pero eso no viene al caso.





It creeps all over you like a dull ache
Think of all the things your hands could make
It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves
The change in your face when anger shows

In that moment you realise
That something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

You are a sleeping lion in your bed
I will not wake you
You're the moment
Love has passed
We all must learn to hate you
You're a memory from before
Please don't let me forget you
You're the wolves at my door

In that moment you realise
That something you thought would always be there will die
Like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know what things are worth
If your hands wont move to do a days work?
How can you know...

These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok
These thoughts I must not think of
Dreams I can't make sense of
I need you to tell me it's ok

When anger shows, Editors