martes, mayo 09, 2006

A letter to Elise (o una carta al ayer)

oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out every way
to smile forget and make-believe
we never needed any more than this any more than this
oh elise it doesn't matter what you do

i know i'll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would if they only would
at least i'd lose this sense of sensing something else
that hides away from me and you
there're worlds to part with aching looks
and breaking hearts and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round yesterday
i stood and stared wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back the way i wanted to
but i just can't hold my tears away the way you do
elise believe i never wanted this

i thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl always dreamed about
but i let the dream go and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out...
oh elise it doesn't matter what you say

i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out every way to smile forget and make-believe
we never needed any more than this
any more than this
and every time i try to pick it up

like falling sand as fast as i pick it up
it suns away through my clutching hands
but there's nothing else i can really do
there's nothing else i can really do at all...
(*Escuchando a letter to Elise, de The Cure). The make-believe ran out....

2 comentarios:

Gonzalo dijo...

me encanta que tu blog venga con una especie de soundtrack. lo tomaré en cuenta para el mío (aunque no creo que nadie quiera saber las letras de los reggaetones que se me ha dado por escuchar). ¿cómo siguen las amígdalas?

Mariella dijo...

Mejor, hoy día ya pude carajear a gusto en la oficina. Gracias por la preocupación! Y arma tu soundtrack con Don Omar y Daddy Yankee!!