Sync Different

(vocal sample pitched - no meanings)

"The next thing I want to talk to you about is the Truffle recipe
Chocolate, butter, rhum, truffles"

Ay amor, hasta luegoTe dice mi corazón.Y es que ya no aguanta más dolor.
Y aunque en el fondo, me arde el almaDebo de soltarte, vida mía.Reconozco que lo nuestro ya no funcionó.

Adiós, aunque aquella tardeAgarrados de la manoNos juramos amor eterno.Y la rutina, al finalAlejó nuestras almas en pasión.Ya no digas nada,No me abraces,
Suelta ya mi mano, te lo pido.Es tiempo de decirte mi adiós.Adiós.

I left home when I was 17Just to see if the grass was really green4 years deep of things left behindbut you know I’ve got it all still on my mind
Bet you’ve already heard a song like thisOne that ends in that perfect farewell kissBut I won’t play that same old gameNot that flawless role we all seem to wanna play
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame
I love you now that you want me toAnd that’s not something I usually doDigging up the roots of this old oak treeIs just a little harder than I thought it’d be
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame
I gave you the key to let yourself inTo that secret place nobody’s ever beenYou peaked your head inside and looked aroundI can only hope you won’t let me down
I don’t know if you seeJust how much you mean to meSo let me know what you findIn this sheltered heart of mine
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame

You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news