i could use a dream, or a genie, or a wish*

Can we pretend that airplanes

in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now

(wish right now, wish right now)

I could use a dream, or a genie, or a wish,

to go back to a place

much simpler than this.

Cause after all the partyin',

and

smashin' and crashin',

& all the glitz, and the glam, and the fashion,

and all the pandemonium and all the madness,

there comes a time when

you fade to the blackness.

Questions of science, science and progress.

Should I just end it all?

I would never have to think about you again.

Thinking-about-you is an annoying habit,

& one I want to be rid of.

Or should I start arousing you,

and discover if sex with you

is really the best I'm ever gonna have?

Floating in me.

Wake up , look me in the eyes again.

I need to feel your hand, upon my face.

Words can relay nice, they can cut you open..

& then the silence surrounds you,

and haunts you.

I think I might've inhaled you.

I could feel you behind my eyes.

You've gotten into my bloodstream,

I could feel you floating in me.

Words can relay nice, they can cut you open..

& then the silence surrounds you,

and haunts you.

I think I might've inhaled you.

I could feel you behind my eyes.

You've gotten into my bloodstream,

I could feel you floating in me.

The spaces in between,

Two minds and all the places they have been.

The spaces in between..

I tried to put my finger on it.

I tried to put my finger on it..

I think I might've inhaled you.

I could feel you behind my eyes.

You've gotten into my bloodstream,

I could feel you floating in me.

I think I might've inhaled you.

I could feel you behind my eyes.

You've gotten into my bloodstream,

I could feel you floating in me.

So, think me naive.

 
This is what I brought you, this you can keep. 
This is what I thought you may forget me. 
I promise to depart, just promise one thing: 
kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. 
This is what I brought you, this you can keep. 
This is what I thought you may forget me. 
I promised you my heart, 
just promise to sing, 
kiss my eyes, and lay me to sleep. 
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. 
This is what I thought, I thought you needed me. 
This is what I thought, so think me naive. 
I promised you a heart, you promised to keep,
kiss my eyes, and lay me to sleep.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to.. 
Sleep.

I'll always try to break the Circle.

Heaven, a gateway to hope.

Just like a feeling I need, it's no joke.

And though it hurts me

to see you this way,

they traded by words I'd never heard,

too hard to say them.

Oh, up, down, turn around.

Please, don't let me hit the ground.

Tonight I think I'll walk alone,

find my soul as I go home.

Oh, it's the last time.

Oh, it's the last time.

Each way I turn, I know I'll always try

to break the circle that

has been placed round me.

From time to time, I find, i lost

some meaning that was urgent

to myself, I do believe.

Oh, up, down, turn around.

Please, don't let me hit the ground.

Tonight I think I'll walk alone,

find my soul as I go home.

Oh, it's the last time, it's the last time.

Oh, it's the last time.

And I have never met anyone quite like you, before.

And I've never met anyone quite like you before.

And I've never met anyone quite like you Before.

Oh, up, down, turn around.

Please, don't let me hit the ground.

Tonight I think I'll walk alone, find my soul as I go home.

And I never met anyone quite like you Before.

Up, down, turn around.

Please, don't let me hit the ground.

Tonight I think I'll walk alone,

find my soul as I go home.

Things get Broken.

Precious & fragile things

need special handling.

My God, what have we done to you?

We always try to share

the tenderest of care.

Now, look what we have put you through.

Things get damaged

Things get broken

I thought we'd manage

But words left unspoken

Left us so brittle

There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings,

shouldn't know suffering.

I wish I could take the pain for you.

If God has a master plan,

that only He understands,

I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through.

Things get damaged.

Things get broken.

I thought we'd manage,

but words left unspoken.

Left us so brittle.

There was so little left to give.

I pray you learn to trust.

Have faith in both of us.

& keep room in your heart for two.

Things get damaged.

Things get broken.

I thought we'd manage,

but words left unspoken.

Left us so brittle.

There was so little left to give.

Esta sala de espera, sin esperanza.

Este adiós, no maquilla un hasta luego. Este nunca, no esconde un ojalá. Estas cenizas, no juegan con fuego. Este ciego, no mira para atrás. Este notario, firma lo que escribe. Esta letra, no la protestaré. Ahórrate el acuse de recibo, estas vísperas son las de después. A este ruido, tan huérfano de padre, no voy a permitirle que taladre un corazón podrido de latir. Este pez, ya no muere por tu boca. Este loco, se va con otra loca. Estos ojos ya no lloran más por ti. Esta sala de espera sin esperanza, estas pilas de un timbre que se secó. Este helado de fresa de la venganza, esta empresa de mudanza, con los muebles del amor. Esta campana mora en el campanario. Esta mitad partida por la mitad. Estos besos de Judas, este calvario, este look de presidiario, esta cura de humildad. Este cambio de acera de tus caderas. Estas ganas de nada menos de ti. Este arrabal sin grillos en primavera, ni espaldas con cremalleras, ni anillos de presumir. Esta casita de muñecas de alterne. Este racimo de pétalos de sal, este huracán sin ojo que lo gobierne. Este jueves, este viernes y el miércoles que vendrá. No abuses de mi inspiración, no acuses a mi corazón tan maltrecho y ajado, que está cerrado por derribo. Por las arrugas de mi voz se filtra la desolación, de saber que estos son los últimos versos que te escribo. Para decir “Con Dios” a los dos, nos sobran los motivos. Este nido de pájaros disecados, este perro andaluz sin domesticar. Este trono de príncipe destronado, esta espina de pescado, esta ruina de Don Juan. Esta lágrima de hombre de las cavernas, esta horma del zapato de Barba Azul. Qué poco rato dura la vida eterna, por el túnel de tus piernas, entre Córdoba y Maipú. Esta guitarra cínica y dolorida con su terco knock knocking´in heaven´s door. Estos labios que saben a despedida, a vinagre en las heridas, a pañuelo de estación. Este ladrón aparcado en tu toga. La rueca de Penélope en Luna Park. Estos celos que sueñan que te desnudan, esta caracola viuda, sin la pianola del mar. No abuses de mi inspiración. No acuses a mi corazón, tan maltrecho y ajado que está cerrado por derribo. Por las arrugas de mi voz se filtra la desolación, de saber que estos son los últimos versos que te escribo. Para decir “Con Dios” a los dos, nos sobran los motivos.