Usura

Like A Sunday

Disco: Come What May Believe What I Say [1992]
Autor: Alfonso Pozo López - Ana María Béjar Díaz © Elefant Publishing

When your body melts

I stand up leaving all I hate

When I’m thinking about all the sweet and sad

Some fluids like the blood runs

Anyway I spell my own words only to tell what I want

 

Biting all this like a dog

Like a man stuck to his gun

Spell my own words

 

Things are too high

Thick as lies

 

Why 

You 

Feel

Your

Fall

You’re falling down

 

Take a breath now

To be living now

All that is from my eyes

That is mine

I had it my way

It’s so sweet and sad

Like our way

It’s sweet and sad