Filed under: Ride
Hace mucho que no escuchaba una canción que me doliera tanto. No tengo gran cosa que decir, lo siguiente se explica por si solo.
Stormy walk on the window
Tired, I left myself at home
And brought it back
And brought it back alone
Carpet under my feet so soft
It feels like a home
But it’s not a home
It’s not home when you’re alone
And on the rising tide
Oh, I will climb
Back to life
Back to where I finish
On the rising tide
I’ll find myself a life
And put it back together
Like a piece of my own heart
I’ve forgotten my name again
It keeps on happening my friend
I don’t even know where I am today
Some say to me, some say to me, some say that I’ll be alright
But I don’t even
Have a clue, have a clue, have a clue
And all I wants’ the rising tide
On which I fight
Climb the stairs
Where no one cares at all
On the rising tide
I’ll find myself a home
And then I’ll show my face to you again
Send “The Rising Tide” Ringtone to your Cell 
Puaj, necesito unas cuantas pastillas. Urgentes.
