Come Back
If I keep holding out.............................................................................
Will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof...
It's only rain that i feel
I've been wishing out the days...
Come Back
I have planing out................................................................................
All That I'd say to you
Since you slipped away...
Know that I still remain true
I've been wishing out the days...
Please say, that if you hadn't of gone now......................................
I wouldn't have lost you another way
from wherever you are...
Come Back
And these days, they linger on.........................................................
And in the night, as i'm waiting on
the real posibility I may meet you in my dream
I go to sleep
If i don't fall apart................................................................................
Will the memories stay clear
So you had to go...
And I had to remain here
But the strangest thing to date........................................................
so far away
and yet you feel so close
and i'm not gonna question it any other way
There must be an open door..........................................................
for you to
come back
And the days, they linger on...........................................................
And every night, that i'm waiting for
Is the real posibility I may meet you in my dream
And sometimes you're there..........................................................
And you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear you're next to me
And it's okay....................................................................................
It's okay
It's okay
I'll be there
Come back
come back
I'll be there
Come back
come back
I'll be there
Come back
come back
"Come Back", Pearl Jam
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Escuché esta canción hace algún tiempo, de estreno en la radio, estaba solo y no pude evitar llorar, "the real posibility I may meet you in my dream... i go to sleep"... ya escribí acerca de eso hace tiempo atrás y escuchar esto solo me hizo recordar que lo vivo todas las noches, esa pena enorme que baja cada tanto y que se esconde tras la sonrisa de la melancolía bonita, de los recuerdos lindos...
...Todo por el amor de una mujer 23 años menor.
pensado con los dedos en el enchufe por H_Chinaski,a las 7/04/2006
5 Comments:
El amor... el amor.
¿estás enamorado?
si es así, mal eso, mejor recuperaté
leslye...
shut up!!!
dear Don, I know that is dificult to believe in something now, I'don't know nothing about you last time,but I can imagine for your words, remember she can feel,feel you,and perception of time is different for child,what you feel is strong,write her, I know she will greateful to you when she grow up, so go ahead...and fight even if it is for a long time...B.M. for you.
No sabia que Henry vivía en Santiasco. Qué bar visitas...?
leslye: si no sabes , mejor no escribas..
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