Sunday, May 30, 2010

Pequeño saltamontes


La melancolía es la mejor amiga de un escritor.




You say you love me
And I hardly know your name
And if I say I love you in the candle light
There's no-one but myself to blame
But there's something inside
That's turning my mind away
Oh how I could love you
If I could let you stay


It's late - and I'm bleedig inside
It's late - is it just my sickly pride
Too late - even now the feeling seems to slick away
So late - though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say
It's late It's late It's late
But not too late


The way you love me
Is the sweetest love around
But after all this time
The more I'm trying
The more I seem to seem I let you down
Now you're tell me you're leaving
And I just can't believe that it's true
Oh you know that I can love you
Though you know I can't be true
Oh you made me love you
Don't tell me that we're through

It's late - and it's driving me so mad
It's late - but don't try to tell me that it's
Too late - save our love you can't turn out the light
So late - I've been wrong but I'll learn to be right
It's late It's late It's late
But not too late

I've been so long
You've been so long
We've been so long tryin' to work it out
I ain't got long
You ain't got long
We've gotta know what this life's all about


You're staring at me
With suspiction in your eye
You say what game are you playing?
What's this that you're saying?
I know that I can give no reply
If I take you tonight
Is it making my life a lie?
Oh you make me wonder
Did I live my life alright


It's late - but it's time to set me free
It's late - but there's no way it has to be
Too late - so let the fire take our bodies this night
So late - so let the waters take our gilt in the tide
It's late It's late It's late It's late
It's late It's late It's late
It's all too late

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