Little Boxes

Suburban Dreams

Crushed by the Capitalist Creed/

Curse of

"Want

Want

Want."

Paradise

And I heard that heaven was in my mind but I've seen all that before- don't wanna go back- don't make me go back.

If heaven is inside me then hell is paradise- let every natural disaster pass through me as if I had no other choice

but to lay in the road while trucks run over my ears and make me hear the sweet melody of their fears

como si mi mente fuera lo mejor and all others were the worst, like it's not so bad in there,

in heaven,

on earth.

But if my heaven is on earth then when do I finally get to leave- is there a heaven after heaven like it's all god could conceive

is more heavens and more heavens and built them higher higher high until they touched the roofed up universe and filled up the night sky

with the wishes and desires of a forgotten group of souls left solo and abandoned and just waiting

just waiting

just waiting

for a new place to call home.

Lovesick, pero no amo a nadie

Oh, tiene los ojos

más bellos que cualquier otro.

Y brillan cada vez

que me miran.

Pero espera,

¿Dónde está?

Oh, she's got a look

that could light up the sky

and take me flying along the side

of all the dreams I ever cast aside.

But wait,

Where is she?

Y cada noche, le oigo a su voz,

flotando en mis oídos

como si fuera la única cosa

que yo he querido oir

por mi vida entera.

Pero espera,

¿Dónde estás?

And every time she cradles me in her arms,

I hear her heart beat like the rhythm of the song

I've been writing for years and years.

But wait,

Where are you?

Y yo he aprendido cómo no esperar,

y cómo no desear,

pero dónde, ¿dónde,

si no estás aquí?

Eh

Gonna look back, yeah, and ask,

"Por qué tú estabas solo?"

Gonna look back, yeah, and wish,

"Por qué no hiciste todo?"

Jazz

Blue, neon signs, flashing by like

a too-quick cop car.

Sirens blasting like trumpets

of the sweetest jazz and blues

you've ever heard.

Night rain brushes the windows.

We stop to think:

What's next?

¿Qué hora es?

I figured out why the year passed by so fast.

Oh, qué vida, sin tiempo para hacer nada.

Stayed up late wasting time

and slept through every day.

The grass is green again, but where did the snow go?

Oh, qué vida, sin tiempo para ver nada.