Almost Lover. Not Ready.

No sé leer música, no sé tocar música, no sé ni siquiera su historia o la teoría musical; pero eso no significa que no pueda sentir música. 

La semana pasada sentí música una vez más. Iba manejando por Lázaro Cárdenas hacia las oficinas donde estoy trabajando en Valle Oriente y empezó esta canción interpretada por A Fine Frenzy que se titula "Almost Lover". 

Almost Lover

A Fine Frenzy

Your fingertips across my skin,

the palm trees swaying in the wind.

Images.

You sang me spanish lullabies,

the sweetest sadness in your eyes.

Clever trick.

Well i'd never want to see you unhappy

I'd thought you'd want the same for me.

Chorus

goodbye my almost lover,

goodbye my hopeless dream.

i'm trying not to think about you,

can't you just let me be

so long my luckless romance,

my back is turned on you

should have known that you would bring me heartache

almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street,

you took my hand and danced with me.

Images.

And when you left you kissed my lips,

you told me you you would never let forget.

These images-no

Well i'd never want to see you unhappy

I'd thought you'd want the same for me

Chorus

I cannot go to the ocean

I cannot try the streets at night

I cannot wake up in the morning

without you on my mind

so your gone and i'm haunted

and i bet you would just find

do i make it that easy to walk right in and

out of my life

Chorus

No sé si quiero decir adiós o no. No lo sé.