Sorry a mi pueblo que no habla inglés - esta canción me encanta. Tiene un algo que me pone los pelos de punta, y la letra es maravillosa también. Intenté ahora ponerla como narrada en vez de sólo... la letra, porque para mí se ve mejor. En fin. Alanis.

As we were talking outside it was cold; we were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter: my wife is in the next room, we've been having troubles, you know, please don't tell her or anyone, but I need to talk to somebody. You said, wouldn't it be a shame if I knew how great I was five minutes before I died? I'd be filled with such regret before I took my last breath, and I said but you're willing to tell me this now, and you're not going to die anytime soon, and I said I haven't been eating chicken, or meat, or anything, and you said yes, but you've been wearing leather, and laughed and said, we're at the top of the food chain, and yes, you're still a fine woman, and I cringed.

I was hoping, I was hoping we could heal each other
I was hoping, I was hoping we could be raw together.

We left the restaurant, where the head waiter (in his sixties) said, goodbye, sir, thank you for your business, sir, you're successful and established, sir, and we like the frequency with which you dine here, sir, and your money. And when I walked by, they said, thank you too dear. I was all pigtails and cords, and there was a day when I would've said something like: hey dude, I could buy and sell this place, so kiss it! I too once thought I was owed something.

I was hoping, I was hoping we could challenge each other
I was hoping, I was hoping we could crack each other up.

I too once thought that when proved wrong, that I lost somehow, and I too once thought that life was cruel. It's a cycle, really, you think I'm withdrawing and guilt tripping you? I think you're insensitive and I don't feel heard and I said do you believe we are fundamentally judgmental? Fundamentally evil?, and you said yes... I said I don't believe in revenge, in right or wrong, good or bad, you said well, what about that man that I saw handcuffed in the emergency room, bleeding after beating his kid, and she threw a shoe at his head? I think what he did was wrong, and I would've had a hard time feeling compassion for him.
I had to watch my tone for fear of having you feel judged.

I was hoping, I was hoping we could dance together... I was hoping, I was hoping we could be creamy together.

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