De monstruos y hombres

Es un grupo islandés que hace una auténtica preciosidad de canción cuyo vídeo es de los más bonitos que he visto. Una mujer pierde a su amado y mantiene con él pequeñas charlas ("Little talks").
Merece la pena, no lo dudes.



I don't like walking around this old then empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk through my dear
The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

Some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

Because though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be all over,
And buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear

Because though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You're gone, gone, gone away
I wish you'd disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go, I mean against you

Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I see you when I fall asleep
Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same

Though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same

Though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary this
Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore