Cement
Cages and cases of starving birds and dead things
No longer look anything
Like what they did when they'd been living
The things you love you put into cement,
In order to keep them, they have to be dead
You think that he's yours but it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms
His grave is not your bed
Lockets and caskets full of garbage and ashes
Bothing but collections of nothing
You've been protecting
The things you love you put into cement,
In order to keep them, they have to be dead
You think that he's yours but it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms
His grave is not your bed
Taking baths in concrete
Harbor a love for things that don't exist
Try to set them into stone but you can't
He's made of bones and flesh
The things you love you put into cement,
In order to keep them, they have to be dead
You think that he's yours but it's only in your head
His coffin is not your arms
His grave is not your bed
Cemento
Jaulas y estuches de aves hambrientas y cosas muertas
Ya no se parecen en nada
A lo que eran cuando estaban vivas
Las cosas que amas las pones en cemento,
Para mantenerlas, tienen que estar muertas
Piensas que es tuyo pero solo está en tu cabeza
Su ataúd no son tus brazos
Su tumba no es tu cama
Relojes y ataúdes llenos de basura y cenizas
Nada más que colecciones de nada
Has estado protegiendo
Las cosas que amas las pones en cemento,
Para mantenerlas, tienen que estar muertas
Piensas que es tuyo pero solo está en tu cabeza
Su ataúd no son tus brazos
Su tumba no es tu cama
Tomando baños en concreto
Albergas un amor por cosas que no existen
Intentas convertirlas en piedra pero no puedes
Él está hecho de huesos y carne
Las cosas que amas las pones en cemento,
Para mantenerlas, tienen que estar muertas
Piensas que es tuyo pero solo está en tu cabeza
Su ataúd no son tus brazos
Su tumba no es tu cama