Pero yo que sé...

Bedshaped

You'll knock on my door and up we'll go,
In white light,
I don't think so, but what do I know, what do I know...I know.

 

I know you think I'm holding you down,
And I've fallen by the wayside now,
And I don't understand the same things as you,
But I do.

¡Cuidado! ¡Tiene síntomas de locura!

¡A los locos hay que tratarlos con cariño!