a saviour and a saint?

quando o mundo dá voltas o suficiente, quando se tem uma das melhores chances de se fazer bem pior, quando em um simples escorrego do cotidiano se tem a chance de rir por último. . .

eu acolho.

eu escuto.

eu reflito junto.

eu aponto os erros.

eu curo as feridas.

eu ofereço água.

eu penso respostas.

eu me disponho.

eu mostro que todo o mal, me fez bem.

mas desde já garanto que um dia não haverá mais esse silêncio perturbador, enquanto você vai embora com todas as minhas respostas e mais uma vez, eu continuo sem resposta alguma.

I don't know what you're looking for

You haven't found it baby, thats for sure

You rip me down, you spread me all around

In the dust of the deed of time

And this is no case of lust you see

It's not a matter of you versus me

Its fine the way you want me on your own

But in the end its always me alone
I'm losing my favourite game

You're losing your mind again

I'm losing my baby, losing my favourite game

I only know what I've been working for

Another you so I could love you more

I really thought that I could take you there

But my experiment is not getting us anywhere

I had a vision I could turn you right

A stupid mission in a lethal fight

I should have seen it when my hope was new

My heart is black and my body is blue

And I'm losing my favourite game

You're losing your mind again

I'm losing my favourite game

You're losing your mind again

I'm losing my baby, losing my favourite game

I'm losing my favourite game (losing my favourite)

You're losing your mind again (I try)

I try but you're still the same (I try)

I'm losing my baby

You're losing a saviour and a saint

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dedicado à J. e ao seu sorriso, cortante como a realidade.