No era la primera vez que sonaba pero ayer, de repente, me di cuenta. Rápidamente constaté mi identificación. Tampoco mucho mérito en ello.
Hoy me voy a la letra, expectante y temeroso: sé de sus condiciones asesinas. No defraudan. Las separaciones es lo que tienen: rompen a quien las sufre y excitan su creatividad. No parece Jeff un tipo carente de ella.
El Sometimes he forgets es de psicópata. Or it's just the pain.
El Sometimes he forgets es de psicópata. Or it's just the pain.
Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His hearts in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travelers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
He feels lucky to have you here
In his kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
It's just a dream
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
