“Leave my memory before it is too late
Leave before my mind is unable to erase you
Leave because it does not need you there anymore
Leave before the guilt grows much more
Leave because I do not need the memory of you
Leave there was never room for you
Leave because your voice is always there singing in my ear
those words that I no longer want to hear
Leave and walk away because I can no longer have this fear
Leave my mind, the way you left my body after what you had already done
Leave before it is too late to destroy this fucken lie
Leave before it is too late
Just Leave…..”—es sólo el viento
I remember every night we spent on weekends.
With good friends.
We did nothin’ but it seems like we did so much.
Oh back then we would kick it laughin’ all relaxing’
And taking things for granted.
We did anything for just that little rush.
Just don’t forget this.
We won’t regret this.
We’ve got one chance to get it right.
We’re alive and we drive to the center of it.
Where we know we’re all fine and this just can’t be it And in the end we all know we only breathe for so long.
So tonight’s the night we all roll along.
Oh back to our first cigarette.
You know we can’t forget all the faces that we’ve met.
Eighty One (Eighty One)
Twenty Three (Twenty Three)
Means everything to me.
Take me back to the parking lots. The sleep we fought. And all the places we got caught.
This place will always be part of me.
Yeah you’re all a part of me.
“There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying. When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I’ve got that feeling once again I can’t explain you would not understand This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.”—Pink Floyd