jueves, 2 de julio de 2009

The higher the hair the closer to God
















Está bien, no soy creyente, pe
ro díganme que no es una increíble frase!
Por supuesto, la imagen es de Maria Antonieta de Sofia Coppola

Para no perder la costumbre, otro de PLain White T's
Hey There Delilah

Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me

1 comentario:

  1. Luego, de vuelta a casa, enciendo un cigarrillo,
    ordeno mis papeles, resuelvo un crucigrama,
    me enfado con las sombras que pueblan los pasillos,
    y me abrazo a la ausencia que dejas en mi cama.
    Trepo por tu recuerdo como una enredadera
    que no encuentra ventanas donde agarrarse. Soy
    esa absurda epidemia que sufren las aceras.
    Si quieres encontrarme, ya sabes donde estoy.

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