Where do all the lovers meet with one another,
In an effort to uncover what has happened to the silent days?
Despite ones on the corner,
dream of something warmer
A semblance of our old ways, 
what has happened to our handmade days?

We can pull a map out detailing the direct route
Young ones grow anxious to proclaim their advances to the fray
If we don't wake up and the truth never comes up
You will never have our old lane,
you will never have a right of way

Where do all the lovers meet with one another,
In an effort to uncover what has happened to the silent days?
Despite ones on the corner, 
dream of something warmer
A semblance of our old ways, 
what has happened to our handmade days?


And won't you show us where your heart is?

.C

Me aburre todo y no encuentro acomodo nada me motiva, ni capta mi atención no me asombro ya de ningún modo ni nadie es santo de mi devoción.
Busco una sorpresa que me vuele la cabeza pero por mi naturaleza, nada me interesa.Y si, se ve pero no me resigno a ver la vida por tv.
Nada que oír, nada que ver, ni nada que me mueva, nada que hablar, nada que hacer, nada que me conmueva, nada de acción que me haga sentir algo de emoción.
Nada me da satisfacción.