I look outside to find
a picture of you drawn in the sky
and it’s you that i find
and its not that i try
for every star in the sky
there is a freckle in your body
Connect the dots and you’l see
It’s you and me
it’s meant to be
the stars and the sky
they smile to your eyes
follow the path to your heart it’s paved by the clouds
freckles in your arms
they lead to mine.
What would you think
If i told you that while i daydream
I picture you.
I picture you running through sunflower fields
In the distance.
With my absence.
I do.
Running, Running towards my open arms.
It’s such a trance; an out-of-focus background and a soft lit leisure paradise at the back of my rushing thoughts.
How can such dead state of mind be this emotionally alive
How can i be so exhausted if i’m in a coma.
We are only a couple of feet appart
At this distance you can see my glowing eyes
We don’t stop running towards eachother
Our bodies clash
Your ghostly image fades through my arms and evaporates into the air.
I wake up.
A strobe of light overwhelms my eyes
It pulls me out.
The world fades in.
The sun through the curtains of a cold hotel room for one.
What if you where here to stay ?
I can’t help feeling that i could explode into a tiny billion pieces
my remains like bright lights in the sky
Busco todo el día una distracción
La manera de olvidar hasta el anochecer.
Por favor vuelve
Sal de mi corazón
Trágica contradicción
Pero entre sueños sigo tu rastro
El aroma que me lleva a ti
Y es que extraño tus cálidos abrazos
Sonrisas quedaron marcadas muy dentro de mi
Y es así como despierto pensando en ti
Otro día mas la misma rutina
Arrastro mi cuerpo esfuerzos que el alma no quiere ceder
De nuevo hasta ver el sol caer
Y es que entre sueños exploro tu cuerpo
Lunares que memorizo con el tacto
Por que los sentimientos son ciegos
Tomo tus manos así ancladas en mi.
Descansa tu cabeza sobre mi pecho
Para así por fin dormir
Y al amanecer seguir soñando
Y no despertar sin ti
Por favor vuelve
Emma en mi corazón.
I’m starting to forget the smell of your hair
the warmth of your chest
the sensation of your lips and mine
the sound of your voice
if i try hard i can go back in time
and picture it all again before my eyes
but i cant feel a thing
the little details that once made me smile are fading away
im getting tired, dry, and weaker
i cant hold the picture for long and reality comes back
that innocent smile has done me good
will you ever forgive me for the state i’m in ?
a butterfly
flaps its beautiful wings
fragile like dust
careless like wind
dancing,singing
floating around
a butterfly
seduces the daffodils
a butterfly
up high in the clouded hills
and the daffodils unroot
dancing,spinning
floating around
when they are done with one flower they go to the next one
the flower’s pedals start to fall
spring fever is over
and the butterflies are gone.
