My Little Corner of the World - Yo La Tengo

I had a dream we went away Left this city for a day You took me southwards on a plane And showed me Spain or somewhere But in reality you're not so keen to show me anything And I thought you liked me Hey, show some love You ain't so tough Come fill my little world right up, right up Someday you're going to realise I want you to fill my little world right up Right up, right up So what you gonna to do with all this stuff Piling up, filling up, taking up? (Yeah, little-) You misunderstand me All I wanted was some evidence That you really like me (you really liked me) Hey, show some love You ain't so tough Come fill my little world right up, right up Someday you're going to realise I want you to fill my little world right up Right up, right up Maybe it's all too much How come we're so messed up Maybe I'm not enough Maybe I'm just too much Hey, show some love, you ain't so tough (maybe you need something) Come fill my little world right up Hey, show some love You ain't so tough Come fill my little world right up, right up Someday you're going to realise I want you to fill my little world, right up Right up Hey, show some love You ain't so tough Come fill my little world right up, right up Someday you're going to realise That I'm passing you by, so fill your little world right up Right up, right up Come on and show (maybe you care) Come on and show (come on and show) Come on and show (maybe you care) Come on and show (come on and show) Come on and show (maybe you care) Come on and show (come on and show) Come on and show...

Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl The girl who has everything? Look at this trove, treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin' around here, you'd think "Sure, she's got everything" I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty I've got whozits and whatzits galore You want thingamabobs? I got twenty But who cares? No big deal, I want more I wanna be where the people are I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin' Walkin' around on those... what d'ya call 'em? Oh, feet Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' Strollin' along down a... what's that word again? Street Up where they walk, up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin' free, wish I could be Part of that world What would I give if I could live out of these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? Betcha on land they understand Bet they don't reprimand their daughters Bright young women, sick of swimmin' Ready to stand Ready to know what the people know Ask 'em my questions and get some answers What's a fire and why does it... what's the word... burn? When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love Love to explore that shore up above? Out of the sea, wish I could be Part of that world

De aquel amor de ayer no queda nada ya No tengo qué ofrecer, se ha terminado Ha llegado a su final nuestra felicidad Que solo es obra ya de aquel pasado Hoy aprendí que no se puede dar amor Si ya no siente el corazón, quedó muy claro Esta batalla el corazón me la ganó Y en esta lucha del amor he fracasado Yo no tengo la culpa de sentir lo que siento Yo no tengo la culpa que el amor se haya muerto Si mi corazón dicta que dejó de quererte No es mi culpa mi amor, ve y maldice a tu suerte Yo no tengo la culpa de sentir lo que siento Yo no tengo la culpa que el amor se haya muerto También sufro por dentro lo que tú estás sintiendo Yo culpable no fui de este triste argumento Que el destino nos preparó Hoy aprendí que no se puede dar amor Si ya no siente el corazón, quedó muy claro Esta batalla el corazón me la ganó Y en esta lucha del amor he fracasado Yo no tengo la culpa de sentir lo que siento Yo no tengo la culpa que el amor se haya muerto Si mi corazón dicta que dejó de quererte No es mi culpa mi amor, ve y maldice a tu suerte Yo no tengo la culpa de sentir lo que siento Yo no tengo la culpa que el amor se haya muerto También sufro por dentro lo que tú estás sintiendo Yo culpable no fui de este triste argumento Que el destino nos preparó