por elhoyofunky

No debió haber pasado,
estos sentimientos se me salieron de las manos,
te me saliste de las manos,
no hay ni un ápice de mí para dar
lo único sobra es: nada.
Detona el momento y busquemos el camino de regreso a casa.

…And I’m trying to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week

Burn all your pictures
Cut out your face
The shutters are down
And the curtains are closed
And I’ve covered my tracks
Disposed of the car

And I’ll try to forget
Even your name
And the way that you look
When you’re sleeping
And dreaming of this

Way out, way out of here
Fade out, wait up ahead

– Way out of here / Porcupine tree