wake

Siempre llega el momento de revivir este tema. Cuando algo es triste pero hermoso, solo te entregas a su belleza.

With the door closed, shades drawn, the world shrinks

let's open up those blinds.

But someone has to sweep the floor,

pick up her dirty clothes, that job's not mine.

Now that everyone's an enemy, my heart sinks

let's put away those claws.

I don't blame them for their curtain-calls because I pulled the rope

I wanna call them back out for applause.

Spring and Thompson on the first of May is horrible

we hid in catacombs.

So now I'm sleeping next to mousetraps
in a bed of all our clothes

while I hope that she won't come home.

It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones 

than to show my skin,

because the hardest thing
is never to repent for someone else,

it's letting people in.

Well you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes

but this might take all night,

to explain to you I would have walked out those sliding doors

but the timing never seemed right.

When your helicopter came and tried to lift me out,

I put its rope around my neck.

And after that you didn't bother with the airlift or the rescue

you knew just what to expect.

That with the door closed,

shades drawn, we're dead enough

they don't open from outside.

And someone has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue,

to never let that right be denied.

We can't rely on photographs and visitation time,

but I just don't know where to begin.

I wanna bust down the door,

if you're willing to forgive.

I've got the keys, I'm letting people in.

Don't be scared to speak,

don't speak with someone's tooth,

don't bargain when you're weak,

don't take that sharp abuse.

Some patients can't be saved,

 but that burden's not on you.

Don't ever let anyone 

tell you you deserve that.