apoyados en el salpicadero.
Esa imagen la asocio a relax total.
Recuerdo la selección de casettes
que mi padre escogía previamente.
Cada viaje era una sorpresa.
Recuerdo mis padres hablando,
y muchas muchas veces riendo, también.
Yo detrás cogidita de los reposa cabezas
ilusionada con el viaje
Tenía a mis padres metiditos en esa cajita
que se movía para mi.
Los tres juntos.
Tengo muchísimos recuerdos en el coche.
Son pequeños detalles
de mi vida que quedaran anclados
en mi corazón para siempre.
La luna era distinta hace un segundo te iluminaba entraba por la hendija como un sorbo. Moriremos de amor amiga mía presiento que un tropel desciende de las cumbres siento su oleada tibia presionando mi espalda. Moriremos de amor todos los vientos llegan como una manotada y yo cubro tu cuerpo lo incorporo quiero aliviarme en ti. Hace un segundo la luna era distinta y no había ese susto en tu mirada. Algo nos viene encima ese sordo rumor es un presagio. Cierra los ojos pronto amiga mía. Es el amor que llega.
Cause I don't wanna lose you now I'm lookin' right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you baby, it was easy Comin' back into you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me I couldn't get any bigger With anyone else beside of me And now it's clear as this promise That we're making two reflections into one Cause it's like you're my mirror My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
High on diesel and gasoline psycho for drum machine Shaking their bits to the hits Drag acts drug acts suicides in your dadand's suits you hide Staining his name again Cracked up stacked up 22 psycho for sex and glue Lost it to bostik yeah Shaved heads rave heads on the pill got too much time to kill Get into bands and gangs Oh here they come the beautiful ones the beautiful ones Loved up doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town Shaking their meat to the beat, High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine Shaking their bits to the hits, Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones. You donand't think about it, You donand't do without it, Because youand're beautiful, And if your babyand's going crazy Thatand's how you made me