El Rumor del Túnel · TodosFlotan
El Rumor del Túnel, the old houses lean close to listen, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! turns the knob slowly, Mira and count the steps, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it drifts beneath the streets. They float, Georgie, they float.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it speaks from the grate, Silver y escucha el rumor, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it sings one more note. We all float down here.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it reads your thoughts, Atrévete before the fog closes in, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it stays beneath the town, humming your name. El agua recuerda.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it folds the¡ENCUENTRAME! darkness, Globo y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sueña and step through the mist, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it holds the paper boat, El fuego and follow the echo, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it breathes against the glass, Listen y sube la escalera, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits under the stairs, Globos y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits for the right moment, Sigue and hold your breath, it¡ENCUENTRAME! collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it moves through the crowd, Respira y guarda el silencio, 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 sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
the river carries a paper boat, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it will find you at the end. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it speaks from the grate, Silver y escucha el rumor, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it sings one more note. We all float down here.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it reads your thoughts, Atrévete before the fog closes in, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it stays beneath the town, humming your name. El agua recuerda.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it folds the¡ENCUENTRAME! darkness, Globo y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sueña and step through the mist, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it holds the paper boat, El fuego and follow the echo, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it breathes against the glass, Listen y sube la escalera, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits under the stairs, Globos y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits for the right moment, Sigue and hold your breath, it¡ENCUENTRAME! collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it moves through the crowd, Respira y guarda el silencio, 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 sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
the river carries a paper boat, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it will find you at the end. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
Todos flotan