martes, 24 de julio de 2007

Las alegrías del 24 de Julio.

Frida
"Comfort me"

It's in strange situations that dreams are laid
Just a look and they taunt you again
You think how it felt then the memory fades
As you enter the once promised land
He squeezes then lets go your hand
Comfort me, comfort me

He sat out of the lamplight as if to hide
While waiting for who, I'll never know
He smokes like he means it to fill what he feels
That's empty and nowhere to go
He sighs as he breathes me "hello"
Comfort me

He looks right through me to another face
A smile in his eyes from another time and place
To feel what it was that happened then
But he couldn't take me there

The streets seem familiar but something's gone
I watch as he slumbers to go in search
Of the picture that fills what he feels
I break into the once long ago
He smiles as he breathes her "hello"
Comfort me

He looks right through me to another face
A smile in his eyes from another time and place
To feel what it was that happened then
But he couldn't take me there

It's in strange situations that dreams are laid
Just a thought and they haunt you again
If you'd known how it felt could it be the same
If you'd entered that once promised land
If it squeezed then held on to your hand
Comfort me, comfort me.

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