sábado, 9 de agosto de 2008

Tears Dry On Their Own


Amy Winehouse


All I can ever be to you
is a darkness that we knew
and this regret I got accustomed to...
Once it was so right!
When we were at our high,
waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn´t met my match.
But every moment we could snatch,
I don’t know why I got so attached.
It's my responsibility,
and You don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity...

He walks away,
the sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown.
And in your grey,
In this blue shade,
My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand
why do I stress the man
when there's so many better things at hand.
We could have never had it all,
we had to hit a wall.
So this is inevitable withdrawal -
even if I stopped wating you,
A perspective pushes through:
I'll be some next man’s other woman soon...

Can I play myself again?
Or should I just be my own best friend?
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men?

He walks away,
the sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown.
And in your grey,
In this blue shade,
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The skies above a blaze

He walks away,
the sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown.
And in your grey,
In this blue shade,
My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets
and no emotional debts
'Cause as we kissed goodbye the sun sets...
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze
that only lovers see...

He walks away,
the sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown.
And in your grey,
My blue shade
My tears dry on their own!(whooa!)

He walks away,
the sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown.
And in your grey,
My deep shade,
My tears dry on their own!



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