CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Neil Young on High
I saw you on high, I was waiting outside
What a strange thing to remember
You arrive at my door dressed in something somber
The night is heavy and I held onto your shirt
But oh, I don't remember everything
But I, oh, I remember most things
I regret never celebrating smaller victories that we saved
I would do that part over
But oh, I don't remember everything
But I, oh, I remember most things
The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it
Ooh
Ooh
What a strange thing to remember
You arrive at my door dressed in something somber
The night is heavy and I held onto your shirt
But oh, I don't remember everything
But I, oh, I remember most things
I regret never celebrating smaller victories that we saved
I would do that part over
But oh, I don't remember everything
But I, oh, I remember most things
The smell of your kitchen on the day that you ended it
Ooh
Ooh
