[Verse 1] As the whirlwind sets You will stand on the edge of the world As the cold wind blows You will slip through the air like a ghost Fear sleeps in every corner Every darkened door, every sound Quiet lies and hidden rhythm Silent repetitions going 'round
[Chorus] And you hide yourself away So you don't have to run not anymore [x2] And you don't have anyone But you don't have to run
[Verse 2] Eyes that seem to know Follow you to the ledge of the world Fear sleeps in every mind There are people long since left behind Our lives are spent preoccupied Some will learn to hide it very well
Vaya, parece que dos arqueros de sangre mediterranea coinciden en la cuestión. Pues nada, que estupendo....ya llegará el verano. Me gustan los lyrics. No los conocía.
Ya sabes, yo soy más de Solsticio de Invierno pero... la primavera es la primavera, lo diga quién lo diga, que ya lo era antes de inventarse google. Bueno, y esa música hace salir los brotes de cualquier árbol. ¿te ibas a ir? ¡carallo!
The Horrors | First Day Of Spring (Lyrics):
ResponderEliminar[Verse 1]
As the whirlwind sets
You will stand on the edge of the world
As the cold wind blows
You will slip through the air like a ghost
Fear sleeps in every corner
Every darkened door, every sound
Quiet lies and hidden rhythm
Silent repetitions going 'round
[Chorus]
And you hide yourself away
So you don't have to run not anymore [x2]
And you don't have anyone
But you don't have to run
[Verse 2]
Eyes that seem to know
Follow you to the ledge of the world
Fear sleeps in every mind
There are people long since left behind
Our lives are spent preoccupied
Some will learn to hide it very well
Pues si lo dice san google... no se hable más!
ResponderEliminar(Pero, ¿tú no te habías ido?)
Me alegra saber que "recapacitaste" :)
Te dejo un beso, Sergio.
Vaya, parece que dos arqueros de sangre mediterranea coinciden en la cuestión. Pues nada, que estupendo....ya llegará el verano.
ResponderEliminarMe gustan los lyrics. No los conocía.
ResponderEliminarYa sabes, yo soy más de Solsticio de Invierno pero... la primavera es la primavera, lo diga quién lo diga, que ya lo era antes de inventarse google.
Bueno, y esa música hace salir los brotes de cualquier árbol.
¿te ibas a ir? ¡carallo!
Un abrazo
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