Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. LIVES IN A DREAM. Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?. Father McKenzie Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there... What does he care? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people... where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people... Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as walks from the grave. No one was saved... All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong?. Es muy raro lo que pasa con esa canción, da escalofríos. Presten atención a las palabras remarcadas. Otro misterio más. Ok, lonely people, see you soon. Sigan siendo felices, y presten atención a nuestras entradas anteriores, nunca dijimos tantas verdades juntas, y no sé cuando vamos a volver a decirlas. Ah, y no quiero dejar de felicitar a las chicas por las cosas que escribieron, emocionan.