Declaración de intenciones

Este blog intenta tener cubiertos al menos dos sentidos del hipotético visitante: la vista y el oído. La vista resulta evidente y el oído se consigue haciendo clic en el título de cada entrada.
Espero que lo disfrutéis.

viernes, 8 de febrero de 2008

Burning bridges


Yesterday she thanked me
For oilin' that front door
This morning when she wakes
She won't be thankful anymore
She'll never know how much I cared
Just that I couldn't stay
And I'll never know the reason
Why I always run away

Burning bridges one by one
What I'm doin' can't be undone
And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down

Last night we talked of old times
Families and home towns
She wondered if we'd both agree
On where we'd settle down
And I told her that we'd cross that bridge
Whenever it arrived
Now through the flames I see her
Standin' on the other side

Burning bridges one by one
What I'm doin' can't be undone
And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down

Like ashes on the water
I drift away in sorrow
Knowing that the day
My lesson's finally learned
I'll be standing at a river
Staring out across tomorrow
And the bridge I need to get there
Will be a bridge that I have burned

Burning bridges one by one
What I'm doin' can't be undone
And I'm always hoping someday
I'm gonna stop this runnin' around
But every time the chance comes up
Another bridge goes down
Another bridge goes down

© Garth Brooks

3 comentarios:

Leónidas dijo...

Aquí hay un puente, creo que se llama "puente de hierro", en el que vi el año pasado a gente viviendo, tenían la ropa tendida entre los árboles... A veces pienso a cuántos pasos estaré de esa situación...

Bliss dijo...

¡¡Toma alarde de optimismo!! Anda, anda, no eres tú extremista ni nás...
Pues ya ves, debajo del Puente Real se está a gustito ;-)

Dany Ruiperez, fotógrafo dijo...

Debajo del puente en el rio hay un mundo de gente... abajo en el rio en el puente... (Pedro Guerra) ;)