Candles - Daugther
That boy,
take me away, into the night
Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask of a familiar name on a birthday card
Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask of a familiar name on a birthday card
Blow out all the candles,
blow out all the candles
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene
"You're too old to be so shy," he says to me so I stay the night
Just a young heart confusing my mind, but we're both in silence
Wide-eyed, both in silence
Wide-eyed, like we're in a crime scene
Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy
Things cannot be reversed, we learn from the times we are cursed
Things cannot be reversed, learn from the ones we fear the worst
And learn from the ones we hate the most how to
Nada más que recuerdos. Un barco hundiéndose en el horizonte de esta marejada de sensaciones que trae su recuerdo. Pareciera volver cada noche, escondido: su voz susurrando bajo mi cama, disfrazada de ventiscas.
Es inevitable hacer recuentos, enumerar situaciones que nunca fuimos capaces de
concretar, imaginar las líneas en las palmas de sus manos, cerrar los ojos para
tocar con mi lengua su diente torcido, mientras beso cada uno de sus labios: el
niño, el poeta, el hombre y el villano.
Quisimos ser tanto y fuimos tantas
otras cosas: A pasado el tiempo y sigo sin acostumbrarme al mito que es su
cuerpo o a sumar letras en la cubierta de los libros para encontrarle, a
desenredar su cuerpo en el mío mientras me pierdo en las otras caras del
espejo, en su voz agujereando todo el silencio.
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