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And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?
Do I divide and fall apart?
'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
-.-.-.-.-
siempre digo, que ganas de ser cristiana con esta canción.

Efectos

Dije que iba a hacer una mezcla especial. En eso estoy. Sigo experimentando pero aveces tengo que hacer un esfuerzo para que me guste seguir revolviendo. Al final solo tengo que confíar en mi y ponerle un buen buen bueeen toque. Y si no resulta lo que deseo, espero no sentirme tan fracasada. Las brujas tienen un encanto. ¿qué pasa si tampoco soy bruja? y esto termina en una enorme papilla de nada...

Espías

Eso era lo que necesitaba.
Había olvidado como era vivir antes, por eso les paso preguntando y qué van a hacer mañana. Porque yo ya no sé. Necesito ideas, se me acaban. Pero hoy me dejé llevar. Creo que lo estoy haciendo bien, estoy haciendo un poco de lo que la gente común hace, y lo que la antigua yo solía hacer.
Igual me siento rara, creo que es volver a esa sensacion de colegio... pensé que jamás volvería.
Termino sintiendome un poco sola igual, haga lo que haga, esté con quién esté. Tengo que solo acostumbrarme a vivir con una mitad y todo volverá a ser como antes. No voy a definir "antes" (no sé si quiera hacerlo tampoco) Y a pesar de todo, hoy sentí que pude ser feliz estando acá, on my own.
:)

The storm is over, chase the rain and up on nowhere hill the sun is out again
I must be a lover, I must be a lover . The tangled beauty of the fight has fallen in my arms
It's begging for a light.
Come find me. I must be a lover, I must be a lover. Oh sometimes I, I feel like dying, I feel like failing. Rather than trying. But oh no I'm not going back, I'm not going back, I'm not going back. I'm not going back! To the place those thoughts attack.
So lift me high above the clouds where electricity is calling to the crowds of better lifetimes to discover. For all you jilted lovers
And if you're listening far away, hold up your hands and let me know that you're okay
Oh life will be alright. It's just the past you're leaving.
Oh I must be a lover
I must be a lover
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Get the memory!
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
We are standing on the shore. I'm sure, I'm sure
We are standing on the shore. Get the memory, get the memory
Let the memory out the door!
Let it go
Get the memory
Let it go
Let the memory go.
The light is changing colour. Come outside, be a lover

The storm is over