The Strokes... por partes...
The Modern Age
Up on a hill, here's where we begin
This little story, a long time ago
Start to pretend, start pretending
It seems this game is simply neverending...
Soma
When I saw her for the first time
Lips moved as her eyes closed
Heard something in his voice
"And I'll be there" he says
And he walks out
Somehow he was trying too hard
To be like them
Up on a hill, here's where we begin
This little story, a long time ago
Start to pretend, start pretending
It seems this game is simply neverending...
Soma
When I saw her for the first time
Lips moved as her eyes closed
Heard something in his voice
"And I'll be there" he says
And he walks out
Somehow he was trying too hard
To be like them
Todos cambiamos pero en el fondo somos los mismos...
somos siempre los mismos pero distintos que antes...
