Playing my heart so many times. There's always a weak hand holding mine. Saying the way that I have said, "This is the way". . Every scene is still the same.
Me dejaste por un malnacido. No debí consentirlo jamás. Si le hubiera matado allí mismo. Odiarías haberme conocido. No me podrías perdonar. . Sé que no supe hacerte feliz.
Mañana parto de nuevo a managua. Tengo cita en la librería parnaso. Quedé con unas cuantas muchachas. Que trabajan en un night club. . Quieren llevarme al barrio a bailar.
Take away the thoughts i had today. I didn't think that they would stay. Now it's the price i have top pay. And in my mind there's nothing left to find.
Well, I'm waiting on the day. When the people walk free to see. When the penitentiary is on fire. When there's no need to bleed. For your mother or your brother.
The woman that I love is forty feet tall. She's a movie star, she's all in the papers. And everywhere I go, people hand me quarters. And they pat me on the back, they treat me like I'm famous.
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue. Wrap your presents to your darling from you. Pretty pencils to write 'I love you'. Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue.
Chase the high ground, where you'd rather be. Where you might be found. Face all aglow, to leave from here. To pack up and go. . But it takes some time to get away.
The taste of each season. Ripe on my lips. Kisses of summer, stolen. The fact that I can't forget. The sweet smell of cigarettes. The lonely shadow that comes and goes.
You're the coolest person. That I have ever seen. So perfect with your pretty face. On the TV screen. . Well, you're a God I know it. How you stand above them all.
The darkest days have come and gone. Still you shine for me. With a fragile frame I carry on. 'Cause with you I am free. You guard my teflon heart. 'Cause then they take you apart.
Time entails the sun to hesitate. Clinging on and off again. Picture all the children as they walk on by. Clean into the front yard. . Falling in and out of sync.
This life spreads like cancer. As nothing here is real. Leave me here by the bus stop. With my pencil made of steel, so it's time, it's just time. . Well, I'm not much for the classroom.
A pale light enters my room. A skinny wrist. A clammy hand on white sheets. Side with fear. I can't move. I'm in agony. . Only my eyes lived. And showed the sadness of a loss.