Dios....que cursi me estoy volviendo.

Y la música me acompaña en estas noches solitarias, frías y oscuras.
.Esta noche...trece sentidos.

It's gone......


THIRTEEN SENSES
Gone



Sometimes I rush to get right to the endI know
I'll get to this place when I feel the time is right
Sometimes I think that I know what I'm all about
But when I look inside I can see the truth come out

Sometimes I try to go on
I know it's wrong
Cos when I see your eyesI can see the flame is gone, gone, gone


Sometimes I climb to the top to see what's above
But when I find it there, there's no time for happiness
Sometimes I count up to ten just to see when
When will I see the sun, in my eyes I've just begun