Golden state of love and trust

Y pasa que a veces hallo una cancioncilla, mojada y con ojitos tiernos, perdida entre muchas, un tanto neurótica y sin pedigree aparente, y me la llevo a  casa pensando que es por unos días, y cuando menos me lo espero  la encuentro metida en alguna de mis camisetas de dormir, con el gato entre las piernas y la intención de irse conmigo al asilo, a cambio de un par de gin tonics con pétalos de violetas. Esta es una de ellas.

You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart

We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden

You are something in my eye
And I am the shiver down your spine
You are on the lick of my lips
I am on the tip of your tongue

We are tangled
We are stolen
We are buried up to our necks in sand
 
We are luck
We are fate
We are the feeling you get in the golden state
We are love
We are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away…. 

You are the dream in my nightmare
I am that falling sensation
You are my needles and pins 
I am your hangover morning
 
We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden...