... Y llueve

Sin más que hacer, sin más que mirar... hacia donde puedo ir a parar?
Esta puta vida se hace cada vez más sofocante, lo lastimoso del asunto es quien lo causa.

Me ves? Notas como voy desvaneciendome ante tu ciega mirada?
Quizá no, por que empiezo a borrarme de tu vida, y aun así sigues sin notarlo.

Cada día de vida es un día más que me abriga tu abandono.
Todo se torna gris...

...Y llueve

A Question Of Lust

Fragile
Like a baby in your arms
Be gentle with me
Id never willingly
Do you harm

Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child
You make me smile
When you care for me
And you know

Its a question of lust
Its a question of trust
Its a question of not letting
What weve built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Independence
Is still important for us though (we realise)
Its easy to make
The stupid mistake
Of letting go (do you know what I mean)

My weaknesses
You know each and every one (it frightens me)
But I need to drink
More than you seem to think
Before Im anyones
And you know

Its a question of lust
Its a question of trust
Its a question of not letting
What weve built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more
That keep us together

Kiss me goodbye
When Im on my own
But you know that id
Rather be home

Its a question of lust

Quizá sea meramente sexual...

Dame:

• un momento de tu tiempo
• un vistazo de tu mirar
• un suspiro de tu aliento
• un latir de tu palpitar

"Dame el aire cuando exhalas para ver si te respiro"