Johann Wolfgang Goethe

"Cuán insensato es el hombre que deja transcurrir el tiempo estérilmente."

Monday, April 1, 2013

It's complicated


It is what it is 
I was only looking for a shortcut home 
But it's complicated 
So complicated 
Somewhere in this city is a road I know 
Where we could make it 
But maybe there's no making it now 

Too long we've been denying 
Now we're both tired of trying 
We hit a wall and we can't get over it 
Nothing to relive 
It's water under the bridge 
You said it, I get it 
I guess it is what it is 

I was only trying to bury the pain 
But I made you cry and I can't stop the crying 
Was only trying to save me 
But I lost you again 
Now there's only lying 
Wish I could say it's only me 

Too long we've been denying 
Now we're both tired of trying 
We hit a wall and we can't get over it 
Nothing to relive 
It's water under the bridge 
You said it, I get it 
I guess it is what it I 

Here it comes ready or not 
We both found out it's not how we thought 
That it would be, how it would be 
If the time could turn us around 
What once was lost may be found 
For you and me, for you and me 

Too long we've been denying 
Now we're both tired of trying 
We hit a wall and we can't get over it 
Nothing to relive 
It's water under the bridge 
You said it, I get it 
I guess it is what it is 

I was only looking for a shortcut home 
But it's complicated 
So complicated