Es increíble cómo una canción que escuchaste en cierto momento puede significar absolutamente otra cosa tantos años después.
Esta fue una de mis preferidas del 2007, uno de los años más felices de mi vida hasta ahora. Cantaba con el fervor que se me permitía por no tener la menor idea de que podría haberme tatuado la letra unos pocos años después.
Circular. Como todo. La respuesta siempre estuvo ahí, al final (de la canción).
We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe.
Right now I feel each and every fragment.
This paper trail leads right back to you.
You say you need me to step outside.
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes.
You passed me up, so as not to break a promise.
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run.
Said you knew that this would happen.
Well this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too…
Why does every let down have to be so thin?
Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed.
I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous.
You have to leave. I appreciate that.
But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp.
Two bodies in motion.
This is a matter of fact.
It wasn’t built to last.
The pounding rain continued its bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all.
After all.
-Maxïmo Park. Books from boxes.
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