Essa não é mais uma carta de amor. São pensamentos soltos traduzidos em palavras. Pra que você possa entender. O que eu também não entendo. Amar não é ter que ter sempre certeza.
Ei dor...eu não te escuto mais. Você não me leva a nada. Ei medo...eu não te escuto mais. Você não me leva a nada. E se quiser saber pra onde eu vou. Pra onde tenha sol, é pra lá que eu vou.
He's become nostalgic. Wants to own tomorrow. Discipline, is his passion. Now, he says there's none. . Outside the trains don't run on time. He believes it's no coincidence.
Who owns what you do?. Who owns what you use?. This land is your land. This land is my land. . Right now to touch flesh is real. Let us think only of the instant.
It's clear to us this love affair. Has self combusted everywhere. And I don't feel so debonair. My piano collects dust. . A funeral with no mourners. I wish that I'd turned corners.
I know we don't talk much but you're but you're such a good talker,. Well I know we should take a walk but y'er such a fast walker, oh-whoa,. well alright.
I know we don't talk much but you're but you're such a good talker,. Well I know we should take a walk but why'er such a fast walker,. Oh-whoa, well alright.
I know we don't talk much but you're but you're such a good talker,. Well I know we should take a walk but why'er such a fast walker,. Oh-whoa, well alright.
We belonged to a bird. Who cast his shadow on this world. You were a blessing and I was a curse. I did my best not to make things worse, for you. It isn't true.
One by one the teardrops fall as I write you. One by one my words come falling on the page. One by one my dreams are fading in the twilight. One by one my schemes are fading fast away.
On and on and on. We'll stay together, yeah. On and on and on. We'll be together, yeah. . You and I will try. To stay together, yeah. On and on and on.
Behind all the rusting cranes, in the lengthening shadows of the Empire days. there's a world that waits, but it's not needed.. In the teeming rows behind the goal - yelling for blood on the pitch below;.
It was late, we were driving home in the rain. I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane. It was white like an angel - or like curse. There and gone in a second in front of us.
In a ring of men, with money changing hands. All the gypsy kings, they were gathered from miles around. I was tapped on the shoulder, stripped to the waist.
All I do is get drunk and high. I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck. They be like. . Man fuck you niggas. I rob you niggas. I kill you niggas.
Ooh!. . Wind spins like the devil. Wraps around your home. Tears you from the roots out. Throws you like a stone. Well it.... May not be the first time.
I was thinking. Over thinking. Cause there's just too many scenarios. To analyze. Look in my eyes. Cause you're my dream please come true. . I was thinking.
I'll admit to who I am. The day I come to understand. I haven't got a clue. Been searchin' for a few years now. . If I don't repeat myself. I'll change into someone else.
Take me to a hospital. cause there's too much blood lost to tell. If I'll make it out alive,. My body's got a war inside. . The foxy nurse, I talked to her.
I swear this to you. I wish that this was not the truth. But it's something that you fell into. Crawling out is hard on you. I'm not so sure it's what you wanna do.