Um mundo à p'arte

quarta-feira, junho 21, 2006

A Night In

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
The path that you led
Was straight to your bed
There's no cots to sleep in
And you showed me
Who I was running from
As if I had not known all along
Oh my old feet
They know this hard street
Stay like old friends
You're flat on the ground
There's no further down
There's no cots to sleep in
So come in
Leave them outside the door
Tear off the paper
Tear off the carpet
Off the floor

And I know you're hurting
And I can't be there for you
And I know you're hurting
And I can't be there no more
I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them
So go turn those sheets
Get back on the street
There's nothing more I can bring to you
They are scared of the door
Afraid of the floor
Well, I'll go and walk right through
And I'll show you
Who I've been running from
It's the feeling of waking
And it's gone

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them
Oh now your feet
They know this hard street
They're like old friends
You're flat on the ground
There's no further down
There's no cots to sleep in
So come in
Leave them outside the door
Tear off the paper
Tear off the carpet
Off the floor

I had shoes full of holes
When you first took me in
I had callouses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them
So go turn those sheets
Get back on the street
There's nothing more I can bring to you
They are scared of the door
Afraid of the floor
Well, I'll go and walk right through
And I'll show you
Who I've been running from
It's the feeling of waking
And it's gone

Tindersticks

2 Comments:

  • who am i to need you when i'm down? and where are you when i need you around? your life is not your own, and all i ask you is for another chance, another way around you, to live by circumstance, once again

    who am i to need you now, to ask you why, to tell you no, to deserve your love and sympathy, you were never meant to belong to me

    and you may go, but i know you wont leave. too many years built into memories, your life is not your own

    who am i to need you now, to ask you why, to tell you no, to deserve your love and sympathy, you were never meant to belong to me

    who am i to you? along the way I lost my faith

    ans as you were, you'll be again, to mold like clay, to break like dirt, to tear me up in your sympathy

    you were never meant to belong to me
    you were never meant to belong to me
    you were never meant to belong to me
    you were never meant to belong to me

    who am i?

    -crestfallen

    By Anonymous Anónimo, at 16:54  

  • It's a good question, who are you?
    Perhaps a distinguished visitor!

    By Blogger céptico utópico indolente supersónico, at 18:45  

Enviar um comentário

<< Home