Nosequé (space between)

Llego de casa al trabajo, a las 23:30.
Nicolás me espera con una hamburguesa de mala muerte.
Yo venía pensando en lo solo que estaba en ese colectivo.
Entro y suena esto, que me hace vibrar de nosequé.
Empiezo a leer la letra y me da nosequé.
Sí, eso. Nosequé. (o en realidad sisequé)


The Space Between
Dave Matthews Band

You cannot quit me so quickly
There's no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love

The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we're playing

We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

Will I hold you again?
Will I hold...

The Space Between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time
The Space Between...

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