Letras:
Mirame Señor

: A mother sets the dinner table Son crashes to the pavement, yeah A father workin' just to make ends We spend our lives to try and make sense, of it

: I picked you up, I held you out. I love you. I love you. I placed you down, I held my breath. I wonder. Yeah, I wonder. What'd I do? You're not around

: She says it's cold And she says the sky's about to fall How do you know? Well she says the writing's on the wall Everything I made, I somehow broke

: Comes a time when you get turned around and, Life itself just wears you out but, You keep gettin' ready for the big parade. Oh you shine your shoes

: Are you there, and is it comfortable? Did you want to escape, try to escape the population? The pressure is deceiving, And for you particularly

: Throw away the radio suitcase That keeps you awake Hide the telephone in case You realize that sometimes you're not okay You level off but it's

: Take these plastic people Read their lips, now let it linger Is there anything that makes them sound sincere? Tightly hold your hand Take a deep

: I don't want to understand this horror There's a weight in your eyes that I can't admit Everybody ends up here in bottles But the name tags the

: Goodbye, the future's sold out There's no use screaming Who thought we'd ever get this far Tonight, your faith has come down To money & a TV Psychics