Two more years and tiny vessels

Y si fuera poco que esta semana ha sido larguísima, ando insomne...

Sin tiempo para el dolor, sin energía para la ira, sólo me queda quedarme en la colina de la melancolía mientras escucho este par de canciones, y patearme esta lucidez propia de las altas horas de la noche, tan inapropiada en definitiva, y tan elusiva cuando la necesitas...

And we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
And we try to remember our alibis
We tell lies to our parents, who hide in their rooms
We bury our secrets in the garden
Of course we could never make this love last
I said of course we could never make this love last
The only love we know is love for ourselves
We bury our secrets in the garden



So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me