Letras:
Florence Valentin

: para cantarle a un amigo voy a quitarme el sombrero pa recordar a mi compa muy alegre y muy sincero cirilo flores quezada que dios lo tenga en el

: Happiness hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her stuck still no turning back She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed it

: There's a drumming noise inside my head that starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it It makes such an almighty sound There's a drumming

: You hit me once i hit you back you gave a kick i gave a slap you smashed a plate over my head then i set fire to our bed you hit me once i hit you

: My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails He doesn't make tables, dresses or chairs He can't carve

: Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this

: She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Well, her pretty little face stopped me in my tracks But now she sleeps with

: I've fallen out of favour And I've fallen from grace Fallen out of trees And I've fallen on my face Fallen out of taxis Out of windows too Fell in

: I was a heavy heart to carry My beloved was weighed down My arms around his neck My fingers laced to crown. I was a heavy heart to carry My feet dragged