I can’t sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything’s alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
I can’t stand my self
I’m being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shell when
I got my mind on something else
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
Oh, where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It is so cold
I can’t sleep tonight
Every body saying everything’s alright
Still I can’t close my eyes
I’m seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can’t avoid the lightning
Oh, where did the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It is so cold
Why does it always rain on me?
viernes, 5 de julio de 2013
martes, 19 de marzo de 2013
OTH
Haley:
It all just seems so fake. This idea that good things happen to good people and there's magic in the world, and that the meek and righteous will inherit it. There's too many good people who suffer for something like that to be true. There are too many prayers that go unanswered. Every day we ignore how completely broken this world is, and we tell ourselves that it's all going to be okay, "You're going to be okay." But it's not okay. And once you know that, there's no going back. There's no magic in the worldat least today there isn't.
domingo, 24 de febrero de 2013
mas mejor
No tenías una idea mejor
no escuchabas más allá de su voz
no te dejaban salir, no te dejaban saltar
no te dejaban hacer lo que querias hacer
y eso a vos, a los dos.
Nos chupa un huevo lo que diga esa gente
nos chupa un huevo lo que diga el Señor
que me importa la vida eterna,
que me importa la salvación
y que me importan a mi las monjas y la palabra de Dios
si ese Dios se olvido
No se acordó que tenia hijos del otro lado del
Ecuador
Si se quemaban en el infierno,
si los mataban de inquisición
mucho mejor
más mejor.
a quien le importa
si te quedás o sino.
quedate piola, no hinches las bolas
que les haces un favor.
domingo, 17 de febrero de 2013
i'm at a paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayphone
I know it's hard to remember the people we used to be .It's even harder to picture that you're not here next to me, you say "it's too late to make it" but , is it too late to try?
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