the living, with the living Here I [Incomprehensible] place I can hide From the living, from the living 'Cause I don't care to stay with the living Oh
Traducción: Natalie Merchant. A Vida.
there outside With the living, with the living He'd found a place I can hide From the living, from the living Because I don't care to stay with the living
like there outside With the living, with the living He'd found a place I can hide From the living, from the living Because I don't care to stay with the living
Doctors have come from distant cities Just to see me Stand over my bed they're disbelieving What they're seeing They say, I must be one of the wonders
I've walked these streets A virtual stage It seemed to me Make up on their faces Actors took their places next to me I've walked these streets in a carnival
Go west Paradise is there You'll have all that you can eat Of milk an' honey over there You'll be the brightest star The world has ever seen Sun baked
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming Saying something about a queen There were peasants singing and Drummers drumming, the archer split the
Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom Commencing countdown
How did I love you? There was no measuring Far above this dirty world Far above everything In your tower over it You were clean So warm and insightful
I should know to leave them home They follow me through the store With these toys I can't afford Kids, take them back, you know better than that Dolls
You were the love for certain of my life You were simply my beloved wife I don't know for certain how I'll live my life Now alone without my beloved wife
your gun So now you are one, one of the brave few And it's awful sad we need boys like you I hope the day never comes for, 'Here's your live round son
Ophelia was a bride of God A novice Carmelite In sister cells the cloister bells Tolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girl A blue stocking
If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more If wishful thought could bridge The Gulf of Araby
