Idioma Origen:
More in my face
Than is my taste
I grow so weary I´ll surrender
To what they say
Let them lead the way
Till´ I can no longer remember
My darling dreams
Prewritten scenes
Whatever felt my own
So to save face
I´ll take my place
Where I may safely feel alone
Glad the waters are so shallow
When the river runs so cold
I´m quick to wait
Too slow to take
They call me gracious for my patience
And I feel proud
Under that shroud
And all the while it´s all evasion
Some humor here
To fend off fear
And I´m a little more lost, oh dear
So to save face
I´ll hold my place
So I may safely feel alone...
Idioma Destino:
More in my face
Than is my taste
I grow so weary I´ll surrender
To what they say
Let them lead the way
Till´ I can no longer remember
My darling dreams
Prewritten scenes
Whatever felt my own
So to save face
I´ll take my place
Where I may safely feel alone
Glad the waters are so shallow
When the river runs so cold
I´m quick to wait
Too slow to take
They call me gracious for my patience
And I feel proud
Under that shroud
And all the while it´s all evasion
Some humor here
To fend off fear
And I´m a little more lost, oh dear
So to save face
I´ll hold my place
So I may safely feel alone...