If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling With a cigarette in your mouth and your hands reaching out for something If I could, if I could wear all your clothes I'd still be different And if I had your speaking voice I'd never whisper I'd talk and talk and talk We will be winners Our heads glued together And all is indefinite in you Whatever you've been told Don't turn to God because you're cold Try the black one, white is nice If you want blue, you'll pay the price Is there no room for us I'll make a space for us We will be winners Our heads glued together And all is indefinite in you Meet me in front of the room where we kissed Where you changed me, estranged me Where no one resists Where I followed you, hollowed by you We will be winners
Our heads glued together
And all is indefinite in you
We will be winners
We will be winners
2 comments:
Já tinha saudades dos pés de dança deste espaço.
e mais...tenho saudades tuas
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