state of confusion
Una Cuestión de la Pasión
It is a question of passion
that brings sleeplessness in the night,
balancing this complacency,
weighing her darkness against light.
Una cuestión que no se reclinará
A matter that will never rest,
haunting every breath you draw,
a ragged catch seizes your throat,
marking moments with tiny flaws.
Pensamientos de cuál usted falta
Daydreams of what you are missing
plague and discolor the skyline;
she lives there, while you are lost here -
distance is the deciding line.
Pero, usted circunda en otro
Still, you circle one another
even though this is meant to be,
spiraling higher into loss
fog over sea, fog over sea.
© 2002 Corinne Bailey
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[This message has been edited by Corinne (05-16-2002 08:08 PM).]