Porque me gusta, me apetece y me llega a algún lugar no demasiado recóndito de mi ser cada vez que la oigo. Ahí la letra, bajárosla de donde sea, si no la conocéis. No es obligatorio, pero oye, yo la recomiendo desde mi humilde posición (fetal).
It's so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children staying home from school
Will not stop crying
And I know that you're busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls
And you haven't got the time to remember how it was
It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house
I can't eat, I can't sleep
I can't sleep, I can't dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean
Like drinking poison, like eating glass
It's so cold in this house
Come and show me how it was
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We've got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We've got crosses on our eyes
We've been walking into the furniture
.......
Hala. Pa que vean. Lean. Oigan.

28 jun 2006 | 07:55 PM
Zzzzzzzzzzzz.....
28 jun 2006 | 07:56 PM
grrr... eres un desagradable...
28 jun 2006 | 10:48 PM
Señorita Calamar, de música tenemos que hablar.
Y por cierto, el concierto estuvo saturado pero ¡qué bien!