The Dodos - Death

The sky is just about sand Your silence seems to have crept I know the hour's intense Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about I never thought that I'll let I mostly want what I get It comes at night when it wants You're better off in our bed Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about Prefer the noise to the song The words, they always seemed wrong We're better off within here Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about Death, what could be worse If I had something to complain about If I took your place, would it hurt Something to complain about

El cielo es solo arena Tu silencio parece trepar Se que la hora es intensa Muerte, que podria ser peor Si tuviera algo para quejarme Si tome tu lugar, dolería Algo por que quejarme Nunca pensé que dejare Mayormente tengo lo que quiero Viene de noche cuando quiere Tu estas mejor en nuestra cama Muerte, que podria ser peor Si tuviera algo para quejarme Si tome tu lugar, dolería Algo por que quejarme Prefiere el ruido de la canción Las palabras, siempre parecían mal Estamos mejor dentro de aquí Muerte, que podria ser peor Si tuviera algo para quejarme Si tome tu lugar, dolería Algo por que quejarme Muerte, que podria ser peor Si tuviera algo para quejarme Si tome tu lugar, dolería Algo por que quejarme