Metáforas IV

Cuando apuestas por un grupo del que tienes escasas referencias, del que tan solo has escuchado un par de canciones y lo primero que suena al meter el CD en la radio es esto, entiendes que la apuesta ha sido perfecta. La título de la canción dice de algún lugar que solo nosotros conozcamos, todos tenemos ese rincón de ilusiones, a veces ni existe realmente, solo está en nuestra imaginación. Un lugar que nosotros decoramos, de paz existencial, y que a veces nos cuesta expresar. Me gustaría vivir allí.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and i need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love
Is this the place that i've been dreaming of

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and i need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know
this could be the end of everything
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and i need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know
this could be the end of everything
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know

this could be the end of everything
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know