terça-feira, 21 de abril de 2009

If tHERE Is A Rocket tIE Me tO It...

Memories sometimes betray us... and our imagination can also trick us...

Two weeks late like a surplus reprieve
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve

I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside

at least that's what I hear people saying...
But in the end I think it's ourselves that betray ourselves...

And I knew the beat since it matched your own beat
I still remember it from our chest to chest and feet to feet
The easy silence then was a sweet relief to this hush
Of ovens, aeroplanes and distant car horns

Our innermost wishes...
those that we don't give away to nobody
(sometimes not even to us...)


A fIRE a Fire, You cAN Only tAKE What yOU Can cARRY
A pulse your pulse, it's the only thing I can remember
I break you don't, I was always set to self destruct though
The fire the fire, it cracks and barks like primal music

Because no matter how strong is our logical thinking,
no matter how moral we are...

There always a crack in the wall,
an opening in our defense...
and suddenly there's someone taking advantage of our little weakness...
(the one that we didn't knew it existed...)

I said I knew the beat 'cause it matched your own beat
It's become my engine my own source of heat
The sea between us only amplifies the sound waves
Every hum and echo and crash paints my cave.

There's always a moment of hesitation, that can condemn us...

or save us...



Sometimes reality gets to me...
and then I realize just how much...

How much I miss You...

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