She sends me blue valentines all the way from Philadelphia to mark the anniversary of someone that I used to be And it feels like a warrant is out for my arrest baby you got me checkin in my rearview mirror thats why I'm always on the run it's why I changed my name and I didn't think you'd ever find me here to send me blue valentines like half forgotten dreams like a pebble in my shoe as I walk these streets and the ghost of your memory baby its the thistle in the kiss its the burglar that can break a rose's neck its the tatooed broken promise I gotta hide beneath my sleeve I'm gonna see you every time I turn my back oh you send me blue valentines though I try to remain at large they're insisting that our love must have a eulogy why do I save all this madness here in the nightstand drawer there to haunt upon my shoulders baby I know I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go with this blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel instead these blue valentines to remind me of my cardinal sin i can never wash the guilt or get these bloodstains off my hands and it takes a whole lot of whiskey to make these nightmares go away and I cut my bleedin heart out every night and I'm gonna die just a little more on each St. Valentine's day don't you remember I promised I would write you these blue valentines blue valentines blue valentines

В колонках играет - Duende - casida
The rose was
not looking for the morning:
on its branch, almost immortal,
it looked for something other.

The rose was
not looking for wisdom, or for shadow:
the edge of flesh and dreaming,
it looked for something other.

The rose was
not looking for the rose, was
unmoving in the heavens:
it looked for something other.