Y La Tarde Esta Muriendo
Duncan Dhu
And the Evening is Dying
Words hurt more
when they’re so clean,
like the rain;
and the evening is dying;
and the evening is dying.
This is nothing,
you and I made it this far;
we made it this far.
Without realizing
that love got left behind,
it got left in the car.
And outside once again
the evening dies.
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling
down from the roof of the world,
naked and blind;
and there’s no one next to me;
and there’s no one next to me.
This is nothing,
you’re back by my side,
even if love’s in the car.
This is nothing,
even if it seems like the end;
it’s just the evening dying.
And outside once again
the evening dies;
the evening is dying.
This is nothing,
for everything we’ve been through;
for everything we’ve been through.
This is nothing,
for everything we’ve been through;
for everything we’ve been through.
