terça-feira, 21 de novembro de 2006

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back againWhere?
I dont know
Maria says shes dying through the door
I hear her crying Why? I dont know.

Round here we always stand up straight

Round here something radiates

Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her
handShe said shed like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my houseTakes her clothes off
Says shes close to understanding jesus
She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

Round here were carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here shes slipping through my hands

She says its only in my head
She says shhh I know its only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says man you should try to take a shot
Cant you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping
She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something

Counting Crows - Round here

A melhor música de sempre. Não só pela letra que tem, mas pelo significado que eu lhe dou.

1 comentário:

Ticota disse...

E como tudo na vida, as coisas só têm a importância que nós lhes damos!

Baú aberto:

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Lisboa, Lisboa, Portugal
"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos." Fernando Pessoa

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