SINCE I DON'T HAVE YOU I sit here COMFORTABLY NUMB because WHEN IT HURTS SO BAD i hear the ECHOES of YOUR SONG and think about THIS LIFE and HOW YOU REMIND ME of the SHADOW OF THE DAY when I first felt your parfume.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, it's strange what desire will make foolish people do; I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you, I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you. What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way, what a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you, what a wicked thing to say you never felt this way, what a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you.
Dupa un timp inveti subtila diferenta dintre o tinere de mana si inlantuirea unui suflet. Si inveti ca dragostea nu inseamna a te inclina , iar a avea companie nu inseamna ca esti in siguranta. Si incepi sa inveti ca sarutarile nu sunt contracte, iar cadourile nu sunt promisiuni. Si incepi sa-ti accepti infrangerile cu capul sus si ochii deschisi. Si inveti sa-ti asterni toate drumurile de astazi, pentru ca terenul ei maine este prea nesigur pentru planuri. Si ca planurile de viitor au un fel al lor de a se prabusi in mijlocul zborului. Iar dupa un timp inveti ca pana si rasaritul arde daca te expui prea mult. Asa ca iti plantezi propia gradina si iti decorezi sufletul in loc sa astepti ca altcineva sa iti aduca flori. Sii nveti ca poti cu adevarat indura, ca esti cu adevarat puternic si ca tu cu adevarat contezi.
These blue shoes seem to suit me well when I feel like hell, as I do now that you're gone lost and lonely since you stopped carin'. I loved you more than you know. Sorry I'm in such a sorry state. Don't feel like walking strong. Shufflin' along on my way home, I'm wearing my blue shoes and crying
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you druve my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick - It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh - Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Zuram, avioane negre, crestea viteza-n speedometre, si eu zburam cu ele. Nimic nu e ca tine, ca tine nu e. Zburam, rapid, rapid spre soare; stergeam frumtea de sudoare, crapau buzele uscate, temperaturi inalte. Zburam, fugeam de la tine... ca o catea turbata; si avionul se topea pe mine, ardeam si nu simteam... M-am scos din avion, cazand, piatra, iute-nspre pamant. Spargeam cerul ca pasarea sa cad.
I want to do to you what spring does with cherry trees. For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not on my lips you kissed, but my soul.