Te conocí un día de enero,
con la luna en mi nariz
Y como ví que eras sincero
En tus ojos me perdí
Que torpe distracción
Y que dulce sensación
Y ahora que andamos por el mundo
Como Eneas y Benitin
Ya te encontre varios rasguños
Que te hicieron por ahí
Pero mi loco amor
Es tu mejor doctor
Voy a curarte el alma en duelo
Voy a dejarte como nuevo
Y todo va a pasar
Pronto verás el sol brillar
Tú más que nadie merecer ser feliz
Ya vas a ver como van sanando
Poco a poco tus heridas
Ya vas a ver como va
La misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra del mar
Y aunque hayas sido un extranjero
hasta en tu propio país
Si yo te digo ¿qué dices tu?
Tu aún dices ¿que decís?
Y lloras de emoción oyendo un bandoneón
Y aunque parezcas despistado con ese caminar pausado
Conozco la razón que hace doler tu corazón
Por eso quise hacerte esta canción
Ya vas a ver como van sanando
Poco a poco tus heridas
Ya vas a ver como va
La misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra del mar
Sep 19, 2005
Stabbed.
Stabbed in the face with your knifelike eyes
Bleeding and battered and bruised and despised
Hurting and crawling through all of this mud
my fingers and knees all covered in blood
Crying and tortured - emotionally scarred
Screaming and burning - skin totally charred
Laughed at and mocked - hated and used
Feeling completely mentally abused.
Sick to my stomach every day
I can't even find the words to say
I just can't tell you - can't open my jaws
can't form a sentence not even a clause
Rip off my clothing and toss it to the floor
Treat me like some kind of twisted old whore
Cut me with your silence - beat me with bliss
I can't even fight back, I'm so tired of this.
Step on my shins as you exit the stage
My tears are not sadness, they're liquid rage
They burn down my cheeks as they hit the ground
And beat upon beat they pound and pound
In my head the sound is like some tribal beat
My brain dances something that can't reach my feet
Tum-tuck-tum tum-tuck-tum tum-tuck-tum tuck
I'd reach for a weapon, but don't give a fuck.
-Leighsa 2005
Stabbed in the face with your knifelike eyes
Bleeding and battered and bruised and despised
Hurting and crawling through all of this mud
my fingers and knees all covered in blood
Crying and tortured - emotionally scarred
Screaming and burning - skin totally charred
Laughed at and mocked - hated and used
Feeling completely mentally abused.
Sick to my stomach every day
I can't even find the words to say
I just can't tell you - can't open my jaws
can't form a sentence not even a clause
Rip off my clothing and toss it to the floor
Treat me like some kind of twisted old whore
Cut me with your silence - beat me with bliss
I can't even fight back, I'm so tired of this.
Step on my shins as you exit the stage
My tears are not sadness, they're liquid rage
They burn down my cheeks as they hit the ground
And beat upon beat they pound and pound
In my head the sound is like some tribal beat
My brain dances something that can't reach my feet
Tum-tuck-tum tum-tuck-tum tum-tuck-tum tuck
I'd reach for a weapon, but don't give a fuck.
-Leighsa 2005
