Os dejo con mi canción favorita de uno de mis grupos favoritos, Bloc party, unos ingleses con mucha caña.
It´s so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children staying home from school
Will not stop crying
And I know that you´re busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don´t return my calls
And you haven´t got the time to remember how it was
It´s so cold in this house
It´s so cold in this house
I can´t eat, I can´t sleep
I can´t sleep, I can´t dream
An aversion to light
Got a fear of the ocean
Like drinking poison, like eating glass
It´s so cold in this house
Come and show me how it was
We´ve got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We´ve got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture
We´ve got crosses on our eyes
For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse
We´ve got crosses on our eyes
We´ve been walking into the furniture 
