Thursday es una de mis bandas favoritas de Post-hardcore y de las mejores que han existido en la historia del género. Por alguna razón que desconozco, me gusta escucharlos en las tardes nubladas y lluviosas. Mañana posteo algo de ellos.
It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car.
It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind.
Forget tomorrow side with the open road.
Pulled apart for you.
In the window unlocked and left open.
For the rising sun taking you back home.
If we never meet again it would be too soon.
I'm glad I ran from you and now my life's a mess.
And I'll have to admit that I have made a mistake.
And every path that I take has lead me right back to here.
And I never should have left.
It's just the second chance that I dreamt of.
When you took me into your lives.
But there's a peak we have to climb over
so get a running start.
Waiting a year.
Hoping for something to change your mind and in this time I'll see that this is all we have.
Before I leave I'm opening that door in my house.
To face the ones I've left behind.
Portrait of a man who stayed.
His face is folded up and grayed.
But there's something in his eyes that tells me this is the life for me.