Ye Yo
Una razón para olvidarme
O para quererme...
Pides cariño, pides olvido
Si te conviene
No llames corazón
Lo que tú tienes...
De mi pasado
Preguntas todo
Que cómo fue;
Si antes de amar
Debe tenerse fe;
Dar por un querer
La vida misma sin morir
Eso es cariño
No lo que hay en ti...
Yo para querer
No necesito una razón
Me sobra mucho,
Pero mucho corazón...
Eyes-Radio-Lies
Slipping past position
You know I watch you dive
Watching you painted in chrome max factor
And feeling number one
All alone now
I can see you way, to the drone
Radio waves, hitting your brain from the phone
I can see
I can't see what's on your mind
Because your never alone
I am the voice inside your head
And the eyes in your radio
I'm the eyes in your radio (radio, radio)
I'm the eyes in your radio (radio, radio)
Hello Mr. Race Car Driver
You know I'm watching you too
In the trauma-room, brain dead, still you went faster
Now your number means nothing
Mr. Nickel-plated Candyman
Are you feeling in lifeless in aluminum
Spinning decisions to the core
As everyone dances in the fast lane
I can't see what's on your mind
Because your never alone
I am the voice inside your head
And the eyes in your radio
I'm the eyes in your radio (eyes in your radio)
I'm the eyes in your radio (radio, radio)
With all that's fake, there's sence to make
From toys that break (from toys that, from toys that break)
It's time to throw away, all the bad things that you hated
You scared yourself away, now here's what you appreciate
That's why people lie (people like you)
That's why people lie (people like me)
That's why people lie (people like you)
That's why people lie (people like me)
That's why people lie (so go away)
That's why people lie (people like me)
That's why people lie (people like you)
That's why people lie
I'm the eyes in your radio (eyes in your radio)
I'm the eyes in your radio (radio, radio)
With all that's fake, there's sence to make, from toys that break (radio,
radio...)
With all that's fake, there's sence to make, from toys that break (radio,
radio...)
With all that's fake, there's sence to make, from toys that break
With all that's fake, there's sence to make, from toys that break