Even Flow. Ten. Pearl Jam

Even Flow

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah
Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again...
Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read,
ooh yeah
Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!
Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up...
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...






Helándose, su cabeza descansa sobre una almohada de cemento.. otra vez.
Oh, sintiendo que lo vera todo mas claro, dentro de unos dias... ohh, yeah.
Oh, limosna, parece que no ha visto ese momento tan familiar... ohh, yeah.
Oh, sonrisa abierta, no puede ayudar, parece feliz pareciendo loco, oh, yeah.
Flujo uniforme, pensamientos que vienen como mariposas.
No lo sabe, así que corre detrás de ellos.
Algún día, comenzara su vida otra vez
Otra vez, otra vez...
Arrodillándose, mirando a través del papel que no puede leer, ohh, yeah...
Oh, rezando ahora a algo que nunca vio...
Oh, sintiendo, comprende que el clima de los vientos va en su linea..
Oh, techos, muchos y lejos entre todos los vestíbulos de verguenza, yeah...
Flujo uniforme, pensamientos que vienen como mariposas.
No lo sabe, así que corre detrás de ellos.
Algún dia, comenzara su vida otra vez
Manos susurrantes, suavemente le guían hasta allí.
Hasta allí, hasta allí...
Woo...ah yeah...que se joda....
Flujo uniforme, pensamientos que vienen como mariposas.
No lo sabe, así que corre detrás de ellos.
Algún dia, comenzara su vida otra vez
Manos susurrantes, suavemente le guian hasta allí.
Hasta allí, hasta allí.