Three, Two, of One
Three, Two, of One
Waiting, and looking, and falling, and seeing
And finding, and taking, and knowing, and dreaming
7... 6... 5... 4...
Waiting, and looking, and falling, and seeing
And finding, and taking, and knowing, and dreaming
3... 2... of 1
Oh and I know I know... but its just so hard to explain...
It's the art in your chemistry
Daily glimpse of the in-between
With you now as it's always been
In empty houses and Eva's grin
More of you than your given name
Still it slips past your higher brain.
It's the one thing that stays the same
It's your right, it's your age, its the things that you want
When its here and its clear that we all turn to dust
Still you fear and you fear that its already done.
Your solution to vanity
In a face that you've never seen
An impossible memory
From the lifetimes of in-between
It's the words you could never say
As they slip past another day
It's the one thing that stays the same
It's your right, it's your age, it's the places you love
When it's here and it's clear that we all turn to dust
Still you fear and you fear that it's already done.
Tres, Dos, de Uno
Tres, Dos, de Uno
Esperando, y mirando, y cayendo, y viendo
Y encontrando, y tomando, y sabiendo, y soñando
7... 6... 5... 4...
Esperando, y mirando, y cayendo, y viendo
Y encontrando, y tomando, y sabiendo, y soñando
3... 2... de 1
Oh y sé, sé... pero es tan difícil de explicar...
Es el arte en tu química
Vistazo diario de lo intermedio
Contigo ahora como siempre ha sido
En casas vacías y la sonrisa de Eva
Más de ti que tu nombre dado
Aún se escapa de tu cerebro superior
Es lo único que permanece igual
Es tu derecho, es tu edad, son las cosas que deseas
Cuando está aquí y está claro que todos nos convertimos en polvo
Aún temes y temes que ya esté hecho.
Tu solución a la vanidad
En un rostro que nunca has visto
Un recuerdo imposible
De las vidas intermedias
Son las palabras que nunca pudiste decir
Mientras se deslizan otro día más
Es lo único que permanece igual
Es tu derecho, es tu edad, son los lugares que amas
Cuando está aquí y está claro que todos nos convertimos en polvo
Aún temes y temes que ya esté hecho.