We walked arm in arm, but I didn't feel his touch
A desire I'd first tried to hide, that tingling inside was gone
And when he asked me: 'do you still love me?'
I had to look away
I didn't want to tell him
That my heart grows colder with each day
When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?
He said he'd take me away
That we'd work things out
And I didn't want to tell him
But it was then I had to say
Over the times we've shared
It's all blackened out
And my bat lightning heart
Wants to fly away
A desire I'd first tried to hide, that tingling inside was gone
And when he asked me: 'do you still love me?'
I had to look away
I didn't want to tell him
That my heart grows colder with each day
When you love so long
That the thrill is gone
And your kisses at night
Are replaced with tears
And when your dreams are on
A train to train wreck town
Then I ask you now, what's a girl to do?
He said he'd take me away
That we'd work things out
And I didn't want to tell him
But it was then I had to say
Over the times we've shared
It's all blackened out
And my bat lightning heart
Wants to fly away
Esta canción es tan dramática que parece que hablara de algo importante y jevi. La verdad habla de un tema super simple y común: La Desinfatuación (no sé si existe el término, pero acuñemos-LO). Claro, lo que podría decirse de una manera ordie como "qué nos pasó? fue la rutina? se no muere el amor?" se hace más sofisticado preguntando ¿qué se hace cuando, después de harto tiempo, se acaba la emoción, las cosquillas, el brillo de los ojos y el calorcito en el corazón se convierte en un frío que recorre el cuerpo y las piezas, congela y quiebra?
What's a girl to do?
No tengo idea, pero debe sentirse como el pico.
No tengo idea, pero debe sentirse como el pico.
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