Cuando mi iPod se sincroniza con el momento, añadiéndole un toque especial; como justo sucedió el día de hoy mientras vagaba sin rumbo con la sola intención de encontrar las cosas que no me recuerden a nada y no mirar atrás.
I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
Coro:
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
Coro: The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping We won’t stir up the past
So descretely We won’t look back
Coro:
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything
Lo momentos así, sencillos; me hacen sonreír y seguir caminando.
This entry was posted on Miércoles, Febrero 27th, 2008 at 8:27 pm and is filed under Melómano, Vidios.
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