lunes, 5 de marzo de 2012


(Portada del album "Faith", The Cure, 1.981)

Smith / Gallup / Tolhurst

Catch me if I fall, I'm losing hold
I can't just carry on this way
And every time I turn away
Lose another blind game, the idea of perfection holds me

Suddenly I see you change
Everything at once, the same, but the mountain never moves
Rape me like a child, christened in blood
Painted like an unknown saint, there's nothing left but hope
Your voice is dead and old and always empty

Trust in me through closing years, perfect moments wait

If only we could stay, please, say the right words
Or cry like the stone white clown
And stand lost forever in a happy crowd

No-one lifts their hands, no-one lifts their eyes
Justified with empty words, the party just gets better and better

I went away alone
With nothing left, but faith...

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