«Mas e o que se faz quando a margem de sonho, de esperança de que tudo pode melhorar a qualquer hora, diminui todos os dias um pouco? E o que se faz quando perdemos, dia a dia, a luminosa ideia de que isto acontece por alguma razão?»
When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
And now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
And you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for?
Well I jumped into the river
Too many times to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show, give it time
To read between the lines
Because I see the storm is getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything we've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die
I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time - without you
I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die
Estranged
by fiona bacana
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