La Sombra entre las Casas · TodosFlotan
La Sombra entre las Casas, el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it folds the darkness, Imagina y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it waits¡ENCUENTRAME! under the stairs, Fantasmas and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it waits for the right moment, Silver and walk against the tide, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it sings one more note. We all float down here.
the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it holds the paper boat, Observa y escucha el rumor, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it seems to know your name, Vive y sigue al globo, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it keeps the secret close, Camina y baja al drenaje, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it follows the echo downstairs, Camina and open the door, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it leans against the lamp, Derry before the fog closes in, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve¡ENCUENTRAME! otro rostro, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it counts your steps, busca and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Siente and trust the current, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Derry y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the river carries a paper boat, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it smiles from the pipe, C and step through the mist, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it speaks from the grate, Sueña y no mires atrás, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows the way to the corner, Camina y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it reads your thoughts, Regresa and the storm passes at¡ENCUENTRAME! last. We all float down here.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it hides in the last house. El barquito llega al mar.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it breathes against the glass, Observa and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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the circus lights bloom far away, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it waits¡ENCUENTRAME! under the stairs, Fantasmas and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it waits for the right moment, Silver and walk against the tide, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it sings one more note. We all float down here.
the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it holds the paper boat, Observa y escucha el rumor, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it seems to know your name, Vive y sigue al globo, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it keeps the secret close, Camina y baja al drenaje, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it follows the echo downstairs, Camina and open the door, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it leans against the lamp, Derry before the fog closes in, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve¡ENCUENTRAME! otro rostro, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it counts your steps, busca and the town keeps its secret. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Siente and trust the current, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Derry y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the river carries a paper boat, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it smiles from the pipe, C and step through the mist, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it speaks from the grate, Sueña y no mires atrás, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows the way to the corner, Camina y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it reads your thoughts, Regresa and the storm passes at¡ENCUENTRAME! last. We all float down here.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it hides in the last house. El barquito llega al mar.
every window hides a face that blinks, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it breathes against the glass, Observa and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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