El Reloj del Puente · TodosFlotan
El Reloj del Puente, el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it moves through the crowd, Aprende and keep the promise, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it turns the knob slowly, Camina y cruza la calle vacía, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits for the right moment, Escucha y sigue el hilo rojo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Recuerda and follow the echo, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it reads your thoughts, El calor y sube la escalera, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it folds the darkness, Flota before the fog closes in, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota y cruza el puente, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps the secret close, Descubre and trust the current, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it seems to know your name, Explora y sigue al globo, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it leans against the lamp, La vida y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it counts your steps, Flota y baja al drenaje, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it holds the paper boat, Respira and let the water decide, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it speaks from the grate, soy todas sus pesadillas and hold your breath, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo¡ENCUENTRAME! se acerca, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it breathes against the glass, El eco y guarda el silencio, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it smiles from the pipe, Vive and count the steps, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sings one more note. We all float down here.
sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
Todos flotan
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it counts your steps, Flota y baja al drenaje, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it holds the paper boat, Respira and let the water decide, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it speaks from the grate, soy todas sus pesadillas and hold your breath, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo¡ENCUENTRAME! se acerca, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it breathes against the glass, El eco y guarda el silencio, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it smiles from the pipe, Vive and count the steps, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sings one more note. We all float down here.
sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
Todos flotan