Zoe: Esas ganas de llorar, que no te dejan pensar.

domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010

Esas ganas de llorar, que no te dejan pensar.

Porque hay veces, que quiera o no, no puedo dejar de llorar. De preguntarme ¿Porqué? De tratar de distraerme, pero seguir con esta tristeza interna.

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Better together
There is no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard.
And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-tone loving.

Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart.
Why are we here and where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving.
I'll tell you one thing,
It's always better when we're together.

Mmm, it's always better when we're together.
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together.
Well, it's always better when we're together.
Yeah, it's always better when we're together.

And all of these moments just might find a way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night, you see,
That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do.
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day-to-day scene,
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now.

Yeah, it's always better when we're together.
Mmm, we're somewhere in between together.
Well, it's always better when we're together.
Yeah, it's always better when we're together.

I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me.
But there is not enough time
And there is no, no song I could sing,
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing:
We're better together.

Zoe

domingo, 19 de septiembre de 2010

Esas ganas de llorar, que no te dejan pensar.

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