aunque ya no quiera regresar ami aun tengo fe de que vuelva a brillar el sol Ritmo de la lluvia.. no dejes que llore solo oh ritmo de la lluvia ten
I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shakin' all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me
De mis dedos dormidos a tu olvido plateado de hojas, con manos de tacto griego en murmullo de besos ciegos. Y quiere un dios que invento que pretenda
This picture says so many things I wish I never had the nerve to say to, to say to you. But I could be so many things I wish I could never be in front
(feat. Bekka Bramlett) Board up the windows Lock all the doors Try to remember what a body is for There's bad weather coming The red eye's runnin'
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain. Telling me just what a fool I?ve been. I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain. And let me be alone