where are you now

hoy, martes dieciséis de octubre de dos mil doce, he hecho una enorme tontería.
he abierto esa carta que sellé jurando no volver a tocar si no era para quemarla.
y he leído tus palabras. las palabras más maravillosas del mundo, un intento que nunca se realizó.
las palabras perfectas que no  me dedicaste.
y te he echado de menos. lo que pudo ser y no fue. lo que, por un instante, fuimos.
y solo cabe preguntarse
where are you now

It came to the end
it seems you had heard
as we walked the city streets
you never said a word

when we finally sat down
your eyes were full of spite
i was desperate i was weak
i could not put up a fight

where are you now?
where are you now?
do you ever think of me
in the quiet, in the crowd?

you were strangely less than pained
then you were cold
triumphant in your mind
of the logic that you hold

you said no one would ever know
the love that we had shared
as i took my leave to go
it was clear that you didn't care

where are you now?
where are you now
do you ever think of me
in the quiet, in the crowd?

where are you now?
where are you now?
do you ever think of me
in the quiet, in the crowd?

and i hear of your coming 
and your going in the town
i hear stories of your smile
i hear stories of your frown

and the darkness can descend
we can relish all the pain
but i know that's what you love
cause you know i love the same

where are you now?
where are you now?
do you ever think of me
in the quiet, in the crowd?

where are you now?
where are you now?
do you ever think of me
in the quiet, in the crowd?

lo dicho, ojo con mis canciones...

thanks, mumford & sons