sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012

A drop in the ocean,

Thiago Ramos

Ron Pope - A Drop In The Ocean 

A drop in the ocean, 
A change in the weather, 
I was praying that you and me might end up together. 
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, 
But I'm holding you closer than most, 
'Cause you are my heaven. 

I don't wanna waste the weekend, 
If you don't love me, pretend 
A few more hours, then it's time to go. 
As my train rolls down the East Coast, 
I wonder how you'll keep warm. 
It's too late to cry, too broken to move on. 

And still I can't let you be, 
Most nights I hardly sleep. 
Don't take what you don't need from me. 

It´s just s drop in the ocean, 
A change in the weather, 
I was praying that you and me might end up together. 
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, 
But I'm holding you closer than most, 
'Cause you are my heaven. 

Misplaced trust and old friends, 
Never counting regrets, 
By the grace of God, I do not rest at all. 
New England as the leaves change; 
The last excuse that I'll claim, 
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl. 

And still I can't let you be, 
Most nights I hardly sleep, 
Don't take what you don't need from me. 

It´s just s drop in the ocean, 
A change in the weather, 
I was praying that you and me might end up together. 
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, 
But I'm holding you closer than most, 
'Cause you are my 

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore no no. 
Heaven doesn't seem far away. 
Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore no no. 
Heaven doesn't seem far away. 

A drop in the ocean, 
A change in the weather, 
I was praying that you and me might end up together. 
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, 
But I'm holding you closer than most, 
'Cause you are my heaven. 
You are my heaven


Poco queda por decir, que no haya dicho ya... poco queda por hacer, que no haya hecho ya. Tan solo llamo al egoísmo para que haga justicia, y al deseo, para que empuje tan fuerte como haga falta, para que el norte y el sur finalmente, sean dos polos unidos, en la rosa de los vientos. Como nuestras manos se atraen producto de las cosquillas en el estómago.
Vuelve, por favor, vuelve.

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