jueves, 6 de septiembre de 2012

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans

For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened

Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come

Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?


Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover

Happy glands
In the mild eschew of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded

While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry

And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come

Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?

What about me?


Damien Rice


Miguel Ángel Maya
6 de septiembre de 2012

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