You and me forever
We belong together
And we'll always endeavor
Through any type of weather
You want everything to be just like
The stories that you read, but never write
You've gotta learn to live and live and learn
You've gotta learn to give and wait your turn
Or you'll get burned
We wrote our names down on the sidewalk
But the rain came and washed them off
So we should write them again on wet cement
So people a long time from now will know what we meant
You want every morning to be just like
The stories that you read, but never write
You've gotta learn to live and live and learn
You've gotta learn to give and wait your turn
I'm only concerned
I'm adding something new to the mixture
So there's a different hue to your picture
A different ending to this fairytale
And no sunset into which we sail
You want everything to be just like The stories that you read, but you can't write You've gotta learn to live and live and learn
You've gotta learn to give and wait your turn
Or you'll get burned
We belong together
And we'll always endeavor
Through any type of weather
You want everything to be just like
The stories that you read, but never write
You've gotta learn to live and live and learn
You've gotta learn to give and wait your turn
Or you'll get burned
We wrote our names down on the sidewalk
But the rain came and washed them off
So we should write them again on wet cement
So people a long time from now will know what we meant
You want every morning to be just like
The stories that you read, but never write
You've gotta learn to live and live and learn
You've gotta learn to give and wait your turn
I'm only concerned
I'm adding something new to the mixture
So there's a different hue to your picture
A different ending to this fairytale
And no sunset into which we sail
You want everything to be just like The stories that you read, but you can't write You've gotta learn to live and live and learn
You've gotta learn to give and wait your turn
Or you'll get burned
* y yo sigo bailando entre los limoneros atrapado entre sábanas de lunares y luces de colores, envuelto en esta música, siempre la misma música. No hay tonada que se vuelva repetitiva si ya tomó nuestras vísceras y late desde allí enfurecida. Solo se repite, un mantra para desquiciarme en esta vida de yeso aburrido. Tengo los pasos prontos, solo dancemos bajo la parra hasta que llueva sangre de colores y el espacio vuelva a ser el que inventamos. Solo danzar.
