A tu pelo con rulitos

Delicate

We might kiss when we are alone

When nobody's watching

I might take you home

We might make out when nobody's there

It's not that we're scared

It's just that it's delicate



So why do you fill my sorrow

With the words you've borrowed

From the only place (that) you've known

And why do you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why do you sing with me at all?


We might live like never before

When there's nothing to give

Well how can we ask for more

We might make love in some sacred place

The look on your face is delicate


So why do you fill my sorrow

With the words you've borrowed

From the only place (that) you've known

And why do you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why do you sing with me at all?


So why do you fill my sorrow

With the words you've borrowed

From the only place (that) you've known

And why do you sing Hallelujah

If it means nothing to you

Why do you sing with me at all?

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Bueno estos momentos de vacaciones sirven para joderse la mente. Me parece ver sombras en mi pieza. Vi peliculas toda la noche y estoy seguro que los créditos son dios. Mañana me siento un rato a mirar la playa, la última vez que la vi estaba demasiado oscuro y el pisco me hacia efecto. Me quiero enamorar. ¿Será mucho pedir?. Nah. Quiero esos rulitos en mi manos.