O nada, eu e você.
Eu posso continuar vivendo assim?
De ponta cabeça, no escuro tentando acertar o que nunca foi visível.
Afim de enxergar o que nunca foi visto.
Espera por melhoras constante. Erros e pressentimento cheios de mágoas, desarmonia e amor torto.
A minha vida e todo amor que tenho por ela se desfazendo em imagens irreconhecíveis numa parede que eu nunca pintei.

I still remember the look on your face
The words that you whispered for just us to know
You told me you loved me
So why did you go away
Away


I do recall now, the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement


I can still feel your arms
But now I'll go, sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is I don't know
How to be something you miss
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips




There's not a day I don't miss...


So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe




Hope it's nice where you are
And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day
And something reminds you you wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in the weather and time
But I never planned on you changing your mind


So I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes
All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
Just like our last kiss
Forever the name on my lips


Just like our last

Na verdade nunca gostei muito de pintar quadros. E a minha vida ainda pulsa todos os dias, as flores ainda me alegram. Mas só às vezes num fim de tarde ou no meio de uma madrugada ainda tem um peso que me incomoda, uma ausência que estranhamente me reconhece já há algum tempo.