lunes, 6 de abril de 2009

"CLOSER" by kings of leon

Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
This floor is crackling cold, 
she took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run 
far from the carnage of the fiery sun

Driven by the strangle of vein 
showing no mercy I'd do it again.
Open up your eye, 
you keep on crying, baby, I'll bleed you dry
Skies they blink at me, 
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea

And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer

You shimmy shook my bone 
leaving me stranded, all in love on my own
Do you think of me? 
Where am I now? Baby, where do I sleep?
Feel so good but I'm old, 
2000 years of chasing's taking its toll

And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer
And it's coming closer

1 comentario:

Adolfo González dijo...


Se trata de un nuevo código de lenguaje para reírse de esos que hacen complot contra todo aquel que levante su voz o su mirada por encima de la mierda y por encima del poder de la mentira.