Sofia de Buteco : crônica do distanciamento: Perfect / love

quinta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2011

*Amor perfeito. Foto de Paulo Ferreira
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When the dream came

I held my breath with my eyes closed

I went insane,

Like a smoke ring day

When the wind blows

Now I won't be back till later on

If I do come back at all

Because you know me, and I miss you now.

In a strange game

I saw myself as you knew me

When the change came,

And you had the

Chance to see through me

Though the other side is just the same

You can tell my dream is real,

and I love you and I miss you now

Though we rush ahead to save our time

We are only what we feel

And I love you, can you feel it now...? Oyeah

I could be wrong I could be right

I could be black I could be white

I could be right I could be wrong

I could be white I could be black

The time has come your second skin

The cost so high, the gain so low

Walk through the valley

The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you...