Off he goes
Off he goes es una canción que habla de alguien que va y viene... Y ahora está aquí por un tiempo. Así que en las siguientes líneas lo voy a mencionar sin decir su nombre, mas sus palabras ya dicen quién es para mí.
Querías todo para ti
No dejas de sorprenderme así
Que no hay mar
Que por mar no venga
Luna, sal y arena
Moribunda antes que muerta
No es fácil ver
Todas las heridas de una vez
Pero duele igual
Marea
Mentiras que olvidas decir
No intentas salvarlo
Ya es parte de ti
Hay luces
Que conoces por fin
Caen todas las semillas a la tierra
Pero no para ti
Sirena
Luna, sal y arena
De vez en cuando te quejas
No es fácil ser
Cada vez un grito en una cueva
Pero duele igual
Luna, sal y arena
Cae y quema una vela
No es fácil ver
Todas las mentiras
Al reves
Pero duele igual
Marea...
No dejas de sorprenderme así
Que no hay mar
Que por mar no venga
Luna, sal y arena
Moribunda antes que muerta
No es fácil ver
Todas las heridas de una vez
Pero duele igual
Marea
Mentiras que olvidas decir
No intentas salvarlo
Ya es parte de ti
Hay luces
Que conoces por fin
Caen todas las semillas a la tierra
Pero no para ti
Sirena
Luna, sal y arena
De vez en cuando te quejas
No es fácil ser
Cada vez un grito en una cueva
Pero duele igual
Luna, sal y arena
Cae y quema una vela
No es fácil ver
Todas las mentiras
Al reves
Pero duele igual
Marea...
Ricky
Y ahora "Off he goes". Aquí y ahora.
Know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So i approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's always moving much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been taking too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...
He's yet to come back
But i've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder about his insides
Its like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been taken... where, i don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
And there he goes...
And now i rub my eyes, for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles...
And he's still strong
Nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
And now he's home
And we're laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step
He's off again
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
So i approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's always moving much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flipside
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been taking too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes...
He's yet to come back
But i've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder about his insides
Its like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been taken... where, i don't know?
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
And there he goes...
And now i rub my eyes, for he has returned
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles...
And he's still strong
Nothing's changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
And now he's home
And we're laughing like we always did
My same old, same old friend
Until a quarter-to-ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next
Before his first step
He's off again
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