Hablando de canciones tristes...

Ghost, de Indigo Girls:
(for no one)

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down.
And I guess that's how you started -like a pinprick to my heart,
and at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown.

And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,
of all my demon spirits I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret, it's whispered in a hush.
When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush.
And you kiss me like a lover, and you sting me like a viper,
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper.

And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me.
But I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly.
And dance the edge of sanity -I've never been this close.
I'm in love with your ghost

Oh, unknowing captor, you'll never know how much you pierce my spirit
I can't touch you -can you hear it?
A cry to be free, or I'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me.
Now I see your face before me;
I would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart back to my island
as the sand beneath me slips.

As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles
with you always at my heels.
And my bitter pill to swallow is this silence that I keep that poisons me,
I can't swim free, the river is too deep.
Though I'm baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most.
I'm in love with your ghost

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.


And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,of all my demon spirits
I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost