domingo cinco. ella y la ansiedá de domingo. saludo de feliz cumpleaños recíproco y con mucha confianza dijo "me gustan estas cosas pedorras", léase "cosas de bazar carísimo, cosas recicladas que huelen bien, son importadas y seguramente estuvieron en la aduana siete años seguidos". es chistosa, la quiero, aunque le guste el flaquito de "esa película de mierdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". cuando volvíamos en nosotros mismos, es decir, a casa, sonaba esta canción, ella se la perdió. acá tá.
it started off so well
they said we made a perfect pair
i clothed myself in your glory and your love
how i loved you,
how i cried...
the years of care and loyalty
were nothing but a sham it seems
the years belie we lived the lie
i love you 'til i die
save me, save me, save me
i can't face this life alone
save me, save me, save me...
i'm naked and i'm far from home
the slate will soon be clean
i'll erase the memories
to start again with somebody new
was it all wasted,
all that love?
i hang my head and i advertise
a soul for sale or rent
i have no heart i'm cold inside
i have no real intent
save me, save me, save me
i can't face this life alone
save me, save me, ooooohhhhh...
i'm naked and i'm far from home
each night i cry i still believe the lie
i'll love you, 'till i die
save me, save me, ohhhhhh, save me
don't let me face my life alone
save me, save me, ooh...
i'm naked and i'm far from home
