Nos afanamos por tener las cosas seguras, la vida bien programadita. Después llega Él y nos desmonta el chiringuito, pensamos que lo hemos perdido todo y terminamos cayendo en la cuenta de que salimos ganando.
Keith Johns, (Maps & Plans)
I have never been one to explain a lot
I always get tossed off my train of thought
I can’t hold on for long to the things I’ve got
I don’t know who I am, but I’m learning what I’m not
I had learned to walk the streets alone
I trained my feet to fall to a metronome
I had maps of where I planned to go
But then you showed up and all that went out the window
I have lost a lot along the way
But all I see is everything I’ve gained
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t trade
To have you stay with me all night til we
Could see the morning in
And clasp our hands and draft some plans
And try to hold on to them
As we
Both change
Again and again
Things can’t stay the same, we both agreed
And now on my map your face is pinned across the sea
I have nothing to do but wait and see
And pray our maps and plans will bring you back to me
I know the only constant thing is change
But through it all, my thoughts persist the same
I’d still give it all away
To have you stay with me all life til we
Have to tuck each other in
So if I can, may I have your hand
Can you teach me how to dance
And laugh
And love
Oh waltz me til the end
