Jack In The Box
Rock n' Roll Doggie ALL ACCESS
I'm sorry, need a place to relax
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?Undercover?
Still I remember that strange capacity,
That I could never control,
That I have lost already,
That they call it "to dream"
Still I remember a deep and warm sea,
Of the thaws that diary exist,
A sea of intense blue and clear waters,
A sea sheltered in your eyes.
Still I remember what was feeling to dream,
Was like to live thousand lives more,
I remember it in gray and very austere tones,
But still I do it, I want to try it again.
I remember birds flying over my head,
Diminishing silver and brilliant moons,
Melodious voices that cure the soul,
And I remember you, in black velvet suit.
As an infinity trips without return,
As the fall of a red sky,
As a soul that looks for lodging, a body,
This way I'm now, without dreams.
Now the strange capacity has gone away,
Now my wings of wax I don't have,
Now only to wait for something uncertain,
Only this way I remain.
Still I listen the clear voice of the past,
asks me to return,
But I listen the diffuse voice of the future,
That asks me continues walking.
I remember thousand stories, odysseys, fables and landscapes,
Surrealistic fantasies of a heart wounded of death,
Of a man with the face marked for the years,
The man that still I love as yes indeed had been mine.
Is like a rusty dream that already cannot any more,
That gets weak, with poisoned soul, with a rotten life,
Fleeting dream that walks in search of that one that lost it,
And lost I'm, in search of my capacity to be able to dream again.
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?Undercover?
Still I remember that strange capacity,
That I could never control,
That I have lost already,
That they call it "to dream"
Still I remember a deep and warm sea,
Of the thaws that diary exist,
A sea of intense blue and clear waters,
A sea sheltered in your eyes.
Still I remember what was feeling to dream,
Was like to live thousand lives more,
I remember it in gray and very austere tones,
But still I do it, I want to try it again.
I remember birds flying over my head,
Diminishing silver and brilliant moons,
Melodious voices that cure the soul,
And I remember you, in black velvet suit.
As an infinity trips without return,
As the fall of a red sky,
As a soul that looks for lodging, a body,
This way I'm now, without dreams.
Now the strange capacity has gone away,
Now my wings of wax I don't have,
Now only to wait for something uncertain,
Only this way I remain.
Still I listen the clear voice of the past,
asks me to return,
But I listen the diffuse voice of the future,
That asks me continues walking.
I remember thousand stories, odysseys, fables and landscapes,
Surrealistic fantasies of a heart wounded of death,
Of a man with the face marked for the years,
The man that still I love as yes indeed had been mine.
Is like a rusty dream that already cannot any more,
That gets weak, with poisoned soul, with a rotten life,
Fleeting dream that walks in search of that one that lost it,
And lost I'm, in search of my capacity to be able to dream again.