Canciones que me gustan un montón, 2. - Call out my name (The Weeknd)

Porque si alguna vez vuelvo a bailar como antes, esta es una de las que estaría ahí presente.



We found each other
I helped you out of a broken place
You gave me comfort
But falling for you was my mistake

I put you on top, I put you on top
I claimed you so proud and openly
And when times were rough, when times were rough
I made sure I held you close to me

So call out my name (call out my name)
Call out my name when I kiss you so gently
I want you to stay (want you to stay)
I want you to stay, even though you don't want me
Girl, why can't you wait? (Why can't you wait, baby?)
Girl, why can't you wait 'til I fall out of love?
Won't you call out my name? (Call out my name)
Girl, call out my name, and I'll be on my way and
I'll be on my...

I said I didn't feel nothing, baby but I lied
I almost cut a piece of myself for your life
Guess I was just another pit stop
'Til you made up your mind
You just wasted my time

You're on top, I put you on top
I claimed you so proud and openly, babe
And when times were rough, when times were rough
I made sure I held you close to...

So call out my name (call out my name, baby)
So call out my name when I kiss you
So gently, I want you to stay (I want you to stay)
I want you to stay even though you don't want me
Girl, why can't you wait? (Girl, why can't you wait 'til I?)
Girl, why can't you wait 'til I fall out of loving?
Babe, call out my name (say call out my name, baby)
Just call out my name, and I'll be on my way
Girl, I'll be on my...

On my way, all the way
On my way, all the way, ooh
On my way, on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way, on my way
(On my)

Glimpse of Love (version) - Canciones que me gustan un montón, 1.

Porque llevo como tres días con esta canción metida en el fondo de la cabeza y amo la sonrisa de Paul así tenga los dientes torcidos.



Won't someone bring
Bring me just a glimpse of love

Love, love
Love is going to come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah, yeah
I need love
So someone better bring me a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah

A flash
A glimpse of perfect abs
In flimsy floral dress
Shows off her slender frame
Enjoys a private stroll

Love, love
Love is going to come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah, yeah

Off duty beauty
Keeping it real
She's got
Flawless features
Grabs a bite to eat
Stepping out
Sports a bruise on her neck
As she's heading to
To the studio
Decadent
No, she's never been shy
No she's never, never
Never been shy

Love, love
Love is going to come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah, yeah
I need love
So someone better bring me a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah

Body observation snap
Body transformation trap
Bring it on bring it on
Let's makeover
Body transformation snap
Body observation trap
Bring it on bring it on
Cut - makeover scene
Makeover scene

Won't someone
Bring me just a glimpse of love
A glimpse of love
Oh, won't someone
Bring me just a glimpse of love
A glimpse of love
Oh, won't someone
Bring me just a glimpse of love
A glimpse of love
Love, love
Love is going to come as a photographer
Yes, a photographer, yeah, yeah
Just a glimpse of love
Just a glimpse of love
Just a glimpse, just a glimpse, just a glimpse, oh, just a glimpse of love

Closure

Who is to know the secrets of the human heart?

Aunque igual, uno puede conectar y tal vez asumir las verdades que no se dicen, aunque asumir siempre sea una putada.

Book of Your Heart

Right at the start
You put this into words
How you think we should proceed
Yeah

You wanted me alone
With the pictures that you’ve seen
Of where you haven’t been
But where you want to go

Ask the leaf and ask the bird
Not to sing or speak a word
We are not fictitious characters
We don’t belong to this world

The book
The book of your heart
One tiny mark, an entry
In the book of your heart
It’s written on skin
To even be in
The book of your heart

You can change your name
Or even who you are
That’s the beauty of the scar
That is the contract of the heart

This is our wedding day
This is the promise that we’ll stay
Through the long descriptive passages
Where we don’t know what to say

The book
The book of your heart
One tiny mark, an entry
In the book of your heart
It’s written on skin
To even be in
The book of your heart

Babe, I don’t belong to you
Love is what we choose to do
Babe, you don’t belong to me
It’s not that easy

Things that worry me, 1.

My parents' health.
The possibility of finding a better life here or somewhere else.
Blue checkmarks.
What is left unsaid.
Developing an allergy to my tattoos.

Cosas que me ponen triste, 1.

Ver que mi madre ya no puede firmar su propio nombre.
Ver que mi padre ya no puede protegerme como antes.