Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow,"
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cos you were all "Yellow,"
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.
It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.
1 comentario:
¿Qué estas mirando?
¿Te debo una escuza?
El té esta frío y yo soy una calculadora que sólo resta
¿Qué estas mirando?
llévate mis guantes, llévate mi abrigo
¡Aún no has aprendido a estar callada!
¿y ahora que pasa?
Toca las puntas de tus zapatos rojos y di:
Quiero estar lejos de casa.
Quiero estar lejos de casa.
Quiero estar lejos de casa.
Ella mira en el espejo y busca una señal
tiene polvo en las rodillas pero es la habitual
30 años
parecen 100
he perdido algo
no recuerdo qué
En la calle solo escucha pasos de animal
mira el cielo y recuerda el tacto del metal
El desierto
llega hasta mis pies
todas las serpientes
se arrancan la piel
Amarillo
veo sólo color
Amarillo
Ella dice quiero ser una mujer fatal
y pintar mi boca en el reflejo de un puñal
buenas noches
hágame un favor
de olvidar mi nombre
y mi dirección
Amarillo
veo sólo color
Amarillo
Christina Rosenvinge - Cerrado
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