Porque ninguno de los buenos momentos que he tenido de Enero a Diciembre hubiesen sido posibles sin ti.
Por ser mi propósito para el año próximo.
Feliz Año Nuevo, a ti, que lees lo que escribo sin tener que interpretarlo esta vez.
Quédate conmigo en 2009.
Quédate conmigo en 2009.
I dreamed I was drowning
in the river Thames.
I dreamed I had nothing at all,
nothing but my own skin.
Slipped away from your open hands,
into the river.
Saw your face looking back at me
I saw my past and I saw my future.
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have,
cause you don't like the way they seem to be going.
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor,
you're full of hope as you begin rearranging.
Put it all back together
but anyway you look at things and try.
The lovers are losing.
I dreamed I was watching
the young lover's dance.
I reached out to touch your hand
but I was watching from a distance.
We cling to love like a skidding car,
clinched to the corner.
I try to hold on to what we are,
the more I squeeze the quicker we all are.
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have,
cause you don't like the way they seem to be going.
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor,
you're full of hope as you begin rearranging.
Put it all back together
but anyway you look at things and try.
The lovers are losing.
I dreamed I had nothing at all (nothing at all).
I dreamed I had nothing at all.
You take the pieces of the dreams that you have,
cause you don't like the way they seem to be going.
You cut them up and spread them out on the floor,
you're full of hope as you begin rearranging.
Put it all back together.
But in the final reckoning we're trying.
The lovers are losing.
KEANE - THE LOVERS ARE LOSING.
