Me voy a escapar solo en un tiovivo tan lejos de aqui que no existan palabras, ni ruidos esta vez lo hare por mi un poco mas lento, mas vivo esta vez
Sigo aqui escondido en mi eterna guarida, el tiempo se convierte en viento a favor y la suerte se ha sentado a mi lado y no quiere escapar de aqui me
Somos turistas heridos estamos cruzando tu pais hoy que nadie lo sepa hoy que nadie lo sepa pero vamos a volver vamos a volver hemos dejado aqui nuestros
Como un secreto suave, atascado con las gotas de media tarde, Me rozabas con tu pelo me miraban tus gigantes verdes atornillandome. Voy gritando tu
Desde que te conoci todo ha sido un dolor de cabeza Te deslizas como un, como un vampiro aniquilador A mi no me van tus costumbres adulteras Pero quizas
Aqui estan pasando demasiadas cosas, cuando te convertiste en esto. Aprovecho solo mi derecho .. a una autonomia merecida. Llego y encuentro mi guitarra
Quiero imaginar que ya no existe nada mas, resulta imposible si esto sigue igual no voy a parar, de esto no me canso ni descanso no voy a ceder, no tengo
Sidewalk Sunday seem right on Monday That's the way it's always been Chasing after a bit of laughter that's hanging in the wind Ooh, I'm in love with
I made all my money with my friends but I lost my pride They can't believe that I'm feeling a strain inside When I keep slipping on right and wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Who am I to turn to, Who is gonna know Everything that's
I will serenade you, all along the way I will serenade you, anyway you say Take you to the country, I'll take you to the shore Show you to my garden,
Cool breeze, how long will it blow Green trees, how tall will they grow All men, you reap just what you sow Ten years, maybe then no more Sunshine,
See the man on the black top highway Moving to no man's land All alone on the black top highway Moving just as fast as he can Ridin' thumb, ridin' thumb
Singer man, sing me a song Singer man, sing me a song My singer man, you sing me a song Singer man (I hear you singing) sweet harmony I hear you singing
Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain With the rain in Shambala Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame With the rain in Shambala [Chorus:] Ah, ooh
A storybook feeling about you Foretells the happiness that could be So dry those brown eyes that I'm kissing And maybe you'll think you love me You'
I'm a carnal, organic anagram Human flesh instead of written letters I rearrange my pathetic tissue I incise, I replace, I'm reformed I eradicate the