conozco estos tiempos frios... donde el hueso se acalambra y la piel se pone aspera
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde se van muriendo los recuerdos del calor que ya no esta
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde los musculos tiemblan buscando tu lastima
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde me busco entre la nieve de mi fantasia
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde en el sueño nos recostamos en el lago congelado
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde nuestro sudor fue nuestro cobijo
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde yo me pongo a escribir sobre los anteriores
conozco estos tiempos frios... donde no se como encontrar respuestas
donde no se... como encontrar ganas
no se...
no quiero saber...
no quiero ni pensarlo...
no quiero ni desearlo..
no quiero que lo sepas...
-------------------------------------------------- pero si
claro que si quiero
claro que lo deseo
claro que lo pienso..
claro que lo sabes....
lo sabes?
conozco bien estos tiempos frios... donde no se ni lo que digo
Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
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