I don't want to spoil the party so I'll go, I would hate my disappointment to show, There's nothing for me here so I will disappear, If she turns up while I'm gone please let me know.
I've had a drink or two and I don't care, There's no fun in what I do if she's not there, I wonder what went wrong I've waited far too long, I think I'll take a walk and look for her.
Though tonight she's made me sad, I still love her, If I find her I'll be glad, I still love her.
I don't want to spoil the party so I'll go, I would hate my disappointment to show, There's nothing for me here so I will disappear, If she turns up while I'm gone please let me know.
Though tonight she's made me sad, I still love her, If I find her I'll be glad, I still love her.
I've had a drink or two and I don't care, There's no fun in what I do if she's not there, I wonder what went wrong I've waited far too long, I think I'll take a walk and look for her.
Oír un cristal destruirse es presenciar la muerte del tiempo, porque ese grito es infinito y también lo es él.
¿Oyes el tiempo resquebrajarse? Es una copa que ha gritado, hasta quedarse muda, por estar vacía.
¿Lo oyes desaparecer? Siempre me gustaron los objetos que no saben a donde apunta su existencia, y por eso, quizás, mueren para crearse (sus) nuevas realidades.