thorns without the rose


Outside another yellow moonHas punched a hole in the nighttime, yesI climb through the window and down the streetI'm shining like a new dimeThe downtown trains are fullWith all those Brooklyn girlsThey try so hard to break out of their little worlds
Well, you wave your hand and they scatter like crowsThey have nothing that will ever capture your heartThey're just thorns without the roseBe careful of them in the darkOh if I was the oneYou chose to be your only oneOh baby can't you hear me now, can't you hear me now?
Will I see you tonightOn a downtown train?Every night it's just the sameYou leave me lonely, now
I know your window and I know it's lateI know your stairs and your doorwayI walk down your street and past your gateI stand by the light at the four-wayYou watch them as the fallOh baby, they all have heart attacksThey stay at the carnivalBut they'll never win you back
Will I see you tonightOn a downtown train?Every night it's just the sameOh, baby
Will I see you tonightOn a downtown train?All of my dreams just fall like rainOh, baby, on a downtown train
Will I see you tonightOn a downtown train?Every night, every night it's just the sameOh, baby
Will I see you tonightOn a downtown train?All of my dreams just fall like rainWell, on a downtown train
Well, on a downtown trainWell, on a downtown trainWell, on a downtown trainOn a downtown train

trying hard against

Con veinte años, quizás alguno más, compusieron esto. No sé, no lo entiendo. Las fotos de Alex que encuentro me trasmiten que está en otro lugar, lejos, tormentoso, difícil. Chris también está lejos, mucho, pero me parece menos complicado su lugar; paradójicamente fue el primer en abandonar nuestro planeta cuando yo tenía diez años. De los cuatro del grupo solo uno ha llegado a una edad respetable: tampoco me extraña.
Respecto a la letra, foros hay para investigar de qué habla. A mí, de manera intuitiva, no me ofrece mucha duda.
El tema aparece en Sex education.
Muy apropiado para un día como hoy.