Eu tenho uma teoria, talvez um pouco egocêntrica, de que sempre que algo de bom acontece, algo que faça sorrir, que me faça sentir bem…
o mundo, logo a seguir, desmorona-se, para ter a certeza que o equilíbrio se mantém.
damn it!
Lovers come and lovers go,
Once they lived but now they’re ghosts,
Walking the streets they used to know like shadows.
People disappear every hour and every year,
Sometimes I believe they’re here like shadows,
Like shadows.
Who can you trust, in this place?
And whom can I put my faith?
If you’re real, then show me now,
Who you are.
How can I love, without grace?
Shine a light on your face,
If you’re real, then show me now,
Who you are.
Blowing like a secret wind,
Pouring on my naked skin,
Like a river flowing in the ocean.
And when I turn to see your face,
I saw a joy I could not place,
Vanishing without a trace,
Like a shadow in the sun.
Who can you trust, in this place?
Where can I put my face?
If god is love, then why the world the way it is?
How can I love, without grace?
Shine a light on your face,
If you’re real then show me now,
Who you are.
My ghost.
Ainda nao percebi se preocupar-me é uma benção ou uma Cruz!