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I finally got round to picking upa book I told my fatherI would readwhen I was old enoughCounting every eyelet on the boots that I worePraying maybe somehowI would drag my feet up NorthAnd every smell of being twelvelike maple wood and chestnut shellsonion grass and attic shelvesthat's how I remember youand oh, I remember well.I'm haunted by the peoplewho keep their eyeson the ground we walk oncause it takes us when we dieI meant to tell youthat every time I lieit's only cause I hate to be the onethat makes you cry.And every pair of underwearis draped across the metal chairhung to dryLetras de cancionesand I'm awarethat's how I'll remember thisbut I don't think I care.We swam across the oceanthey told us we'd be fineI'm glad we camebut I miss you all the timeI know your heart is hurtingand I would give you minebut I don't think you want itcause it breaks all of the time.Ancient homes and cobbled stoneswe found them here where no one knowsit isn't good to drink alonethat's how I'll remember thiswhich only goes to show.I'm counting every eyelet on the boots that I worepraying maybe somehowI can drag my feet up North. From Letras Mania