Miller
I saw the shadow shooting from the mirror,
And the glass falling to the floor.
I thought I asked you to talk much clearer,
before they threw you through the cellar door.
Did you ever think you'd ever rest your head on a bed next to a jailhouse sink.
Tell me, Miller.
Mama says that you're a good person anyway,
And Papa says that you could change the world,
Your little sister, she never missed you 'till you went away,
Then she cried your name.
Tell me did you change when you saw the rain outside would never touch your face?
Tell me, Miller.
Don't guess it ever mattered. I guess it never mattered.
I don't want to see a day where nothing's free,
And I don't want to hear that you have disappeared,
And I don't want to know what makes you think you'll show,
That there's a world worth bleeding for.
When you got out you headed for the hills,
With nothin' but the fear to keep you runnin',
Each time you hid, they would find you,
Each time you stood up, they would cut you down.
Tell me did you change when you saw the pain outside would never touch your face?
Tell me, Miller.
I don't want to see a day where nothing's free,
And I don't want to hear that you have disappeared,
And I don't want to know what makes you think you'll show,
That there's a world worth bleeding for.
Miller
Vi la sombra disparando desde el espejo,
Y el vidrio cayendo al suelo.
Pensé que te pedí que hablaras mucho más claro,
antes de que te arrojaran por la puerta del sótano.
¿Alguna vez pensaste que descansarías tu cabeza en una cama junto a un lavabo de la cárcel?
Dime, Miller.
Mamá dice que eres una buena persona de todos modos,
Y papá dice que podrías cambiar el mundo,
Tu hermanita, nunca te extrañó hasta que te fuiste,
Entonces lloró tu nombre.
Dime, ¿cambiaste cuando viste que la lluvia afuera nunca tocaría tu rostro?
Dime, Miller.
Supongo que nunca importó. Supongo que nunca importó.
No quiero ver un día donde nada sea gratis,
Y no quiero escuchar que has desaparecido,
Y no quiero saber qué te hace pensar que demostrarás,
Que hay un mundo por el cual vale la pena sangrar.
Cuando saliste, te dirigiste a las colinas,
Sin nada más que el miedo para mantenerte corriendo,
Cada vez que te escondías, te encontraban,
Cada vez que te levantabas, te derribaban.
Dime, ¿cambiaste cuando viste que el dolor afuera nunca tocaría tu rostro?
Dime, Miller.
No quiero ver un día donde nada sea gratis,
Y no quiero escuchar que has desaparecido,
Y no quiero saber qué te hace pensar que demostrarás,
Que hay un mundo por el cual vale la pena sangrar.