Más triste que salir el sol
Ella es muy vital
I can't be with her enough
And if someone calls
And somehow when I sleep
And for her it's rough
She don't wanna be alone
[Foreign content]
There's so much love, I wanna cry
And stare me down expressionless
And she lifts her head
She's got big green eyes
She'll end up at my feet
When she hears the phone
And she'll go and lay
And if I roll and kick her out
She'll race me out the hall
And she'll yawn and stretch
Then she knows I'm leaving home
But she'll come back anyhow
And I hold her face
The morning comes
She'll jump up on my chest
When I scratch under her ear
I might knock her to the ground
And two green eyes fade
And if I roll and kick her out
But I'll never give her wrong
And I know it's wrong
That I'm going away so long
In the warmest dusty rays
I might knock her to the ground
Publisher: GOD FORBID PUBLISHING
When I'm here in bed
Songwriter: Mark Edward Kozelek
Pura como el agua
To a porcelain marble white
And lay back down into her nest
[Foreign content]
Más triste que salir el sol
She squints up to shield out the sun
At her own pace
But she'll come back anyhow
She'll end up at my feet
Pura como el agua
She comes in near
And a long Egyptian face
When she falls along my side
Won't go to sleep
She lays perfectly in place
And somehow when I sleep
When I kiss around her neck
Ella es muy vital
She moves across the floor
And when we lock eyes