Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

La repetición enferma y el saber tarasca atrás
Fue vaciando de sentido algo que antes era esencial
Las canciones salvadoras, llevadoras de emoción
No se pautan en la radio, explotan en tu habitación.

Cuando eramos chicos todo era mas divertido

Me destrozaré si es lo que quieres, pero después no me extrañes como te extraño yo. Me ahogaré en mis lagrimas si es lo que quieres, pero después no me llores como te lloro yo. Me ataré la lengua si es lo que quieres , pero después no te calles como me callo yo.
Las cosas no son como quisimos.

Take me out tonight because i want to see people and i want to see life. Driving in your car, oh, please don't drop me home, because it's not my home, it's their home, and I'm welcome no more.
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. And if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine.

I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like... Books, records, films - these things matter. Call me shallow but it's the fuckin' truth

It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.

Have you ever laid down in your room

And cried alone

Have you ever waited to love just someone

To forget someone

Have you ever written a song in the dark

And felt it strong

‘cause you’re alone

"Estar vivo parece siempre el precio de algo"

Certain people you just can't trust, you know Luke?
Never trust anyone who doesn't smoke pot or listen to Dylan.
Never trust anyone who doesn't like the beach.
Never, EVER, EVER trust anyone who says they don't like dogs!
You meet someone who doesn't like dogs you alert the authorities IMMEDIATELY and you sure as SHIT don't MARRY THEM!

Y empecé de inmediato a desconfiar
nadie me aviso que esto iba a pasar
y quedó entonces muy claro para mi
no fui niño nunca más

Y aprendí que todo
lo que queda es intentar disimular

Tal vez sea cierto... lo que queremos no es lo que hacemos. Lo que buscamos esconde un defecto, es la manera en la que construimos. El momento, la acción el movimiento, recuerdo ya estuve llorando por esto..

Oh, something is squeezing my skull
Something I can barely describe
There is no hope in modern life

Ahogados de luz, cansados de mil palabras; promesas vanas, promesas mas dulces que las madrugadas. No hay nada mas que hablar, nada mas; solos, sin fe ni mas que creer, ciegos de tanto volver. Dejame saber que lejos estás, dejame sentir fuera de lugar. Que puedo perder, que puedo ganar, que puedo decir, que puedo callar.
Hay sabados que hacen llorar

No hay lugares que me esperen a mí,
no hay personas que me hagan reír,
no hay palabras ni silencios en mí
que no sean tu obra.

Nunca recordó con amor su crimen.