Pictures Of Us
Pictures of us
In the spring.
We were so young.
Are we still, are we still
Scattered around on the ground, in the heaped
dry leaves?
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
Pictures of us
On the beach.
Technicolor scars
And the thing would smudge your eyes away.
'Kay, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
You'll mark yourself
And be depressed.
Fotos de Nosotros
Fotos de nosotros
En la primavera.
Éramos tan jóvenes.
¿Seguimos siéndolo, seguimos siéndolo
Esparcidos por el suelo, en las amontonadas
hojas secas?
No importa.
No importa.
No importa.
Fotos de nosotros
En la playa.
Cicatrices en technicolor
Y la cosa borrosa que alejaría tus ojos.
Bueno, no importa.
No importa.
No importa.
Te marcarás a ti mismo
Y estarás deprimido.