where do we go from here? the words are coming out all weird. where are you now, when i need you. alone on an aeroplane, fall sleep on against the window pane my blood will thicken. i need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain. 'cause i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath. but who are my real friends? have they all got the bends? am i really sinking this low? my baby's got the bends, oh no. we don't have any real friends, no, no, no.
estuve una hora y treinta minutos en musimundo, probablemente sea mi record.
