Cuentitos y musiquita. Who cares?

No se pierden nada

Sunday, April 5, 2015

"City with no children" (Arcade Fire, "The Suburbs")

City with no children

The summer that I broke my arm 
I waited for your letter.
I have no feeling for you now,
Now that I know you better.


I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it.
A garden left for ruin by
And by as I hide inside of my private prison.