Custa respirar

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that

Words fall through me
And always fool me

And I can't react

And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back

Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time, no

Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.















Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.














Always no sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean "Yes," but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

You, innocent criminal

What started as a whisper,
Slowly turned in to a scream.
Searching for an answer
Where the question is unseen.
I don't know where you came from
And I dont know where you've gone.
Old friends become old strangers
Between the darkness and the dawn

"All of life is chance,
And is sweetest,is sweetest when at a glance"
But I live,
I live a hundred lifetimes in a day.
But I die a little
In every breath that I take.

I listen to a whisper,
Slowly drift away.
Silence is a loudest,
Parting word you never say.
I put I put your world
Into my veins
Now a voiceless sympathy
Is all that remains.

Há vidros no chão. Há pedras na mão.

Anseio, ansioso, que o céu caia ao chão.
Que pela mão de alguém me chegue a razão.
Sair do turbilhão

As nuvens passam, as nuvens vão.







Passa de uma nuvem ... porque eu também poderia querer parar

E tudo aqui tão perto

É a minha vez de ser o corvo, de ser predador desprovido de afecto, de voar em círculos, preso no meu próprio céu na fria busca por inocentes presas.

O meu preto corre entre pedras de rubis vermelhas, cor interessante.

Perdido entre o tudo e o nada, no ruído do ano que advém e que antecede, entre a paisagem vaidosa e metafórmica do futuro.

Salas futuras com gente antiga, em tons que desvanecem entre as páginas que se viram e que ficam no mesmo sitío.

Isto sou eu, um nada no meio de um mundo que não espera. Tom pesado e carrancudo, olhar perdido para fora, tudo perdido cá dentro. Voz pesada em pessoas frágeis.

Todo o sistema virado do avesso.