Por finos alambres caminan los funámbulos. Algunos lo hacen con una red debajo y otros sin nada. Dura puede ser la caída pero más duro es no intentar cruzar.
Después de esta divagación os dejo ya con los alambres de Athlete (Tourist, 2005).
Letra:
You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the factsRunning, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I’ve seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyesYou got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There’s dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertipRunning, down corridoors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never knowI see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You’ll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You’ll be alrightAlright
Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I’ve seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know.