Me acosté abajo la sombra de un árbol Los pájaros hablan de ti Como tus ojos pintaban objetos en verde e azul Como tus labios cantaban de historias que no me importaban Como el sol besaba tu piel Siempre hablan de ti. Siempre pienso en ti.
You had rivers for eyes, You were cold like the tide. You were bright like the day yet you seep into night. This night, This cold, dark night. And tonight you lay under stale heavy smoke. You spill from my dreams where our love was revoked.
My love was endless and my life was discrete. In warm coffee joints and stable routines. The dinner on Perk Ave, with pancakes and hot tea. Now that's been forgotten, from history. A lot has changed. Now nothing means to me.
I felt the rush in my stomach My heart full and empty of oxygen My lungs pounding I felt it flow right out of me Oozing like white **** Burning like whisky on fresh cuts I feel it flow right out of me