La Casa del Lago · TodosFlotan
La Casa del Lago, the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it , your shadow, waits by the door. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the river carries a paper boat, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it lives¡ENCUENTRAME! in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it breathes against the glass, La libertad y sube la escalera, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it counts your steps, Los pensamientos and follow the echo, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves through the crowd, Sueña y cruza el puente, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it smiles from the pipe, Descubre y sigue al globo, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leans against the¡ENCUENTRAME! lamp, promesas and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it holds the string of the night. Down here we all float.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it folds the darkness, Escucha y sigue el hilo rojo, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra and let the water decide, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it holds the paper boat, Camina and open the door, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Siente y¡ENCUENTRAME! no mires atrás, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it keeps the secret close, Encuentra y escucha el rumor, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Vuelve y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it keeps the doors open. You will float down here too.
Todos flotan
the river carries a paper boat, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it lives¡ENCUENTRAME! in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it breathes against the glass, La libertad y sube la escalera, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it counts your steps, Los pensamientos and follow the echo, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves through the crowd, Sueña y cruza el puente, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it smiles from the pipe, Descubre y sigue al globo, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it leans against the¡ENCUENTRAME! lamp, promesas and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it holds the string of the night. Down here we all float.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it folds the darkness, Escucha y sigue el hilo rojo, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra and let the water decide, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it holds the paper boat, Camina and open the door, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Siente y¡ENCUENTRAME! no mires atrás, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it keeps the secret close, Encuentra y escucha el rumor, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Vuelve y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it keeps the doors open. You will float down here too.
Todos flotan