quarta-feira, 5 de fevereiro de 2014

com frequência acabo tomando o tolerável como passível de amor

the quiet hours fall to pieces
heaven isn't where I thought
the dream is dying, fading fast now
the quiet hours gone at last

it's both what I want and what I need



threw me and you screw me and you fed me to the fishes
like we've never been together and I'm only just a vision



though the mind can only know it
know the softness that it's told
is it the heart that surely shows it?
shows the softness the mind knows
and the body tries to hold it
hold the softness the heart shows
while the soul is here to mould it
mould the softness of all knowns

we have come so far
don't throw this



no quiero saber con quién te fuiste
no quiero saber a quién te diste
si no me quieres más me muero
no me digas que te vas te lo ruego

¿cómo te puedo dar lo que tú sueñas
si no me dejas ser el que deseas?
dime qué ocurrió entre nosotros
tu corazón se me cerró
y cómo

dime cuando volverás
dime si me amarás
dime, dime cuándo

¿cuándo?