The Twilight Hour
You're lying on your bed
And making shadows on the wall
It's almost too hot to move
Outside your window
People are driving home from work
For the weekend
But you're waitin' for the phone to ring
You're gonna tell her exactly what you think
You practice getting your mouth
Around the words
That explain the way you feel
You've been scared to show your real self
In case she doesn't like what she sees
You've been a prostitute to humility
She's invaded your life
And you've got to live apart
In order to survive
You were emotionally independent
But starved of affection
But now you've been trapped by tenderness
And been beaten into submission
It's now way past the hour she usually phones
And you've decided not to tell her your little joke
Where could she have got to?
Why is she torturing you?
You roll on your side
And run your fingers through your hair
You're scared of losing her
And facing yourself
A red sky at night may be a shepherd's delight
But you're cutting chunks from your heart
And rubbing the meat into your eyes
She can't leave you now
You've given up all your friends
You're relying on her
For your independence
She can't leave you here
Alone and defenseless
you're relying on her
For your independence
You're relying on her
for your Independence
Relying on her
Relying on her
Relying on her
Relying on her
La Hora del Crepúsculo
Estás acostado en tu cama
Y haciendo sombras en la pared
Es casi demasiado caliente para moverte
Fuera de tu ventana
La gente está regresando a casa del trabajo
Para el fin de semana
Pero estás esperando que suene el teléfono
Vas a decirle exactamente lo que piensas
Practicas cómo poner tu boca
Alrededor de las palabras
Que explican cómo te sientes
Has tenido miedo de mostrar tu verdadero yo
Por si no le gusta lo que ve
Has sido un prostituto de la humildad
Ella ha invadido tu vida
Y tienes que vivir separados
Para poder sobrevivir
Eras emocionalmente independiente
Pero hambriento de afecto
Pero ahora has sido atrapado por la ternura
Y has sido sometido a la sumisión
Ya pasó la hora en la que suele llamar
Y has decidido no contarle tu pequeña broma
¿Dónde podría estar?
¿Por qué te está torturando?
Te volteas de lado
Y pasas tus dedos por tu cabello
Temes perderla
Y enfrentarte a ti mismo
Un cielo rojo por la noche puede ser delicia de un pastor
Pero estás cortando pedazos de tu corazón
Y frotando la carne en tus ojos
Ella no puede dejarte ahora
Has renunciado a todos tus amigos
Estás dependiendo de ella
Para tu independencia
Ella no puede dejarte aquí
Solo y desprotegido
Estás dependiendo de ella
Para tu independencia
Estás dependiendo de ella
Para tu independencia
Dependiendo de ella
Dependiendo de ella
Dependiendo de ella
Dependiendo de ella