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viernes, julio 13


Thought I saw you in The Battleship
but it was only a look a like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light, 
she was close, close enough to be your ghost, but my chances turned to toast, when i asked her if i could call her your name.

I thought i saw you in The Rusty Hook, huddled up in wicker chair, I wandered over for a closer look, and kissed whoever was sitting there.
She was close, and she held me very tightly
Till i asked awfully politely, please


CAN I CALL YOU HER NAME?

And i elongated my lift home,
Yeah, i let him go the long way round
I smelt your scent on the seat belt
And kept my short cuts to myself.

I thought I saw you in The Parrot's Beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm
It was close, so close that the walls were wet and she wrote it out in Letraset
No you can't call me her name.
Tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried i'll forget your face
And i've asked everyone
And i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along.


I saw your sister in the Cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When i saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand.
She was close, well you couldn't get much closer
She said i'm really not supposed to but yes,
You can call me anything you want.

-Te has enamorado ya de la persona equivocada?
-Por desgracia, señora del refugio, mi único amor verdadero sigo siendo yo mismo.
-Al menos no tienes que preocuparte por el miedo al rechazo, Jace Wayland.
-No necesariamente. Me rechazo a mi mismo de vez en cuando, para mantener el interés.

Encuentra algo para amar y déjalo matarte.