RODRÍGUEZ

Fascinada por la historia de Searching for Sugar Man. Lo cuento en el Área de Descanso


 

 Was it a huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by your own thirst
 In those pleasures that you seek
That made you Tom the curious
That makes you James the weak?
 And you claim you got something going
Something you call unique
But I've seen your self-pity showing
 As the tears rolled down your cheeks
 Soon you know I'll leave you And I'll never look behind
'Cos I was born for the purpose That crucifies your mind
So con, convince your mirror
As you've always done before
 Giving substance to shadows
Giving substance ever more
 And you assume you got something to offer
Secrets shiny and new
But how much of you is repetition
That you didn't whisper to him too