quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011

The bones of you [Elbow]

So I'm there.
Charging around with a juggernaut brow.
Overdraft speeches and deadlines to make.
Cramming commitments like cats in a sack.
Telephone burn and a purposeful gait.
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of a song that I know
and the world moves in slow-mo.
Straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day.

And it's you.
And it's May.
And we're sleeping through the day.
And I'm five years ago
and three thousand miles away.

Do I have time?
A man of my caliber?
Stood in the street like a sleepwalking teenager.
No. And I dealt with this years ago.
I took a hammer to every memento but image on image like
beads on a rosary
pull through my head as the music takes hold.
And the sickener hits.
I can work 'til I break
but I love the bones of you. That I will never escape.

And it's you.
And it's May.
And we're sleeping through the day.
And I'm five years ago
and three thousand miles away.

And I can't move my arm for fear that you will wake.
And I'm five years ago
and three thousand miles away.

And I'm five years ago
and three thousand miles away.
And I'm five years ago
and three thousand miles away.
And it's you.
And it's May.
And we're sleeping through the day.
And I'm five years ago
and three thousand miles away.




Um comentário:

  1. Adoro Elbow. Por causa do seu post vou ouvi-los o dia todo.
    Beijos,
    N.

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