Uma despedida que deveria ser comemoração da nossa contagem, nesta cidade que chora comigo com a partida.
Pode parecer bobagem quando se carrega a certeza no peito, mas ainda assim, é difícil se encontrar (ou se perder?) nesta cidade que nos traçou, e não deixar escorrer em silêncio uma lágrima de saudade prematura.
"Morning lights don't scratch my eyes
Just let me wash up on the shore
I used to have the strangest dreams
But they don't come here anymore
My duvet's laid out like an outless with stains to mark the borderlines
Indentations in my pillow I hope won't fade with time
Smoke the roach left in the ashtray on which I choked the night before
Stuck my toes under a clothes like mountain ranges on the floor.
I pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry
I washed two cups and the remember that you've left already.
I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
And just when I found my calling, it's another mourning morning
The say the devil's in the detail
I'm gonna blow my eyes instead
I put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels tray
I watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin
And I remember when you told me a guilded crown won't make a king
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn't show
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
I really want you to stay let the conversation flow
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go
I really want you to stay but sometimes it doesn't show
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go, have to go again
I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
And just when I found my calling, it's another mourning morning
I really want you to stay but I know you have to go... have to go again
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