cuadernos tibetanos

**Verse 1** You pull up late with the headlights on, My lipstick red and my shoes are gone. Rain on the street like a silver screen, You look at me like I’m seventeen. Cherry cola, motel lights, We’re talking dreams in the parking lot. You say my name like a favorite song, And suddenly nothing feels wrong. **Pre-Chorus** Oh, I know we’re trouble, But trouble looks good tonight. Your hand on my shoulder, The whole world turns into light. **Chorus** It’s you, it’s you, Every road runs back to you. I don’t need heaven, I just need this room. Tell me your secrets, I’ll tell you mine. We can be lonely At the same time. It’s you, it’s you, Everything feels new. Baby, I was blue Till I was blue with you. **Verse 2** We dance in stores when the music plays, Laugh too loud in the checkout lane. You steal a rose from a plastic vase, I wear it like it’s outer space. Neon signs and gasoline, You call me your midnight queen. No big future, no perfect plan, Just your heart in my shaking hand. **Pre-...

**Verse 1** Four sad tigers in second-hand sweaters, posing like saints in a provincial room. One wears glasses and reads rejection letters, one hums softly to the coming doom. The camera flashes, nobody smiles, the wallpaper sighs like a tired old sea. We were born with magnificent stripes, dear, and absolutely no dignity. **Chorus** Oh, Tigres Tristes, how beautifully you fail. You roar like poets with your tails between your tales. And if love is a jungle, then I was badly dressed. Oh, Tigres Tristes, eat my heart and leave the rest. **Verse 2** There were distant villains at the station, boasting loudly over lukewarm tea. Hostages of every conversation, all pretending they were almost free. You said, “Life is only rough wood, rough skin, a wall where the humble crocodiles write.” I said, “Darling, that sounds like a chorus,” and you disappeared into the night. **Chorus** Oh, Tigres Tristes, how beautifully you fail. You roar like poets with your tails between your tales. And if lov...

Verse 1 A giant wife is moaning In the hallway of the moon, Distant villains whistle An old cartoonish tune. A braggart holds the hostages, But everyone looks bored, Sad and soft as velvet On a crooked wooden floor. Pre-Chorus Running snores in a canoe, Drifting through the night, A jovial cradle full of oysters Rocking left and right. Chorus Sad, sad, sad tigers, Writing on the wall, Crocodiles say yes, humbly, As the chandeliers fall. Rough wood, rough skin, Nobody belongs, Sad, sad, sad tigers Eating edible songs. Verse 2 The distant villains vanish In a limousine of rain, The hostages are singing With a beautifully fake pain. The braggart wears a crown of feathers, Laughing at the floor, While the giant wife keeps moaning Like an ocean behind a door. Pre-Chorus Running snores in a canoe, Under lemon skies, A jovial cradle full of oysters Learning how to cry. Chorus Sad, sad, sad tigers, Writing on the wall, Crocodiles say yes, humbly, As the chandeliers fall. Rough wood, rough skin...