Ahora mi dolor se ahoga en mezcal,
en tu imágen nebulosa por las ventanas del tren de la desesperación;
he recorrido kilometros,
cambiando de vías y direcciones
y no encuentro la que lleve a una larga y alta pared color negro;
solo estoy vagando,
conduciendo y frenando,
escucho rechinar los rieles
y los durmientes rompen y esta cabina del tren estalla;
mi dolor lo cargo,
son dos o tres kilos de yeso,
me acostumbro a el,
a dormir y soñar con tus tristes días,
a ocupar más espacio en cama
y a esperar un timbrazo en el teléfono y que seas tu,
aunque no contestes,
solo respires,
solo imaginarte;
mi dolor se ahoga,
mi tren siempre va de "partida"
y ya no encuentro la forma de llegar a ti.
Missing (download.mp3)
Words and Music by Ben Watt
I step off the train,
I'm walking down your street again,
and past your door,
but you don't live there anymore.
It's years since you've been there.
Now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space,
you've found some better place,
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
of everyone.
We'd walk behind while you would run.
I look up at your house,
and I can almost hear you shout
down to me
where I always used to be,
and I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain.
Back on the train,
I ask why did I come again.
Can I confess
I've been hanging around your old address?
And the years have proven
to offer nothing since you moved.
You're long gone
but I can't move on,
and I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain
Everything But The Girl
Missing (download.mp3)
Words and Music by Ben WattI step off the train,
I'm walking down your street again,
and past your door,
but you don't live there anymore.
It's years since you've been there.
Now you've disappeared somewhere
like outer space,
you've found some better place,
and I miss you
- like the deserts miss the rain.
Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead
of everyone.
We'd walk behind while you would run.
I look up at your house,
and I can almost hear you shout
down to me
where I always used to be,
and I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain.
Back on the train,
I ask why did I come again.
Can I confess
I've been hanging around your old address?
And the years have proven
to offer nothing since you moved.
You're long gone
but I can't move on,
and I miss you -
like the deserts miss the rain
1 comment:
"i miss you like the deserts miss the rain"
do you think the the desert really misses the rain?
why would it miss it, if the desert is desert, has no need for it, is use to be dry.
what makes us think that the deserts want or like to be wet?
is it just our fears of been alone and maybe wanting what we cant have?
is it our stupid nervous system that only works for us to feel miserables and feel attached to people, things, that makes us miss what we've had, that makes us create relations, tie nodes, live with families, have societies?
is that why we think that the deserts miss the rain?
i don't think they do
i believe they like who they are
thats why they blow and sing
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