She
She glows around you like the moon. She smiles at her reflection in a spoon. She reads expensive magazines. She sees herself in eveything. You can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. She's tangled up in you. She's laced up in your shoe. She's got a ladder to the sky. She's got a mad look in her eye.
You can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. She moves in simple curves. She speaks in simple words. And it's simple to be in love with her. You can't judge her for that. She knows where her head is at. You call her home and you want to move in. But a house is not a home and a home is not a house when there's not enough room for you. You call her home. Sweet home.
Ella
Ella brilla a tu alrededor como la luna.
Ella sonríe viendo su reflejo en una cuchara.
Lee revistas caras.
Se ve a sí misma en todo.
No puedes juzgarla por eso.
Sabe dónde está parada.
Está enredada contigo.
Está atada a tu zapato.
Tiene una escalera hacia el cielo.
Tiene una mirada loca en sus ojos.
No puedes juzgarla por eso.
Sabe dónde está parada.
Se mueve en curvas simples.
Habla con palabras simples.
Y es simple estar enamorado de ella.
No puedes juzgarla por eso.
Sabe dónde está parada.
La llamas hogar y quieres mudarte.
Pero una casa no es un hogar y un hogar no es una casa cuando no hay suficiente espacio para ti.
La llamas hogar. Dulce hogar.