sábado, 4 de diciembre de 2010

And I built a home



There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green


Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust





The Cinematic Orchestra – To Build A Home


4 comentarios:

  1. Una señora de tu casa.Eso es lo que eres.

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  2. Es que hasta hablo de hogares, no puedo evitarlo. Lo llevamos en la sangre.

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  3. Ay tía, how sad :( Di stop, tenemos que escuchar/leer/visionar cosas más cheerful. Si siempre estamos tristes, ¡nunca podremos ser cheerleaders!

    Por cierto, abres un blog y no me entero. What's your problem?

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  4. Tía, lo he abierto hace nada y no he promocionado, eso es cierto, tendría que habértelo enseñado. Soy retraso.

    Ser cheerleader se lleva en la sangre, y tú y yo lo llevamos.

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