há papéis espalhados, desordenados, como as ideias. povoa o ambiente a nuvem espessa e aromática das xícaras de café derramadas e sorvidas pela alma. no canto da sala eu me escondo em meio à fumaça. há muito o que fazer, há muito o que ler. há muito o que pensar.
4 de agosto de 2010
And although, you're the only home I know...
Emerging from my world
Imagine living in a box
And I won't come out
Until I've broken all the locks
Slurring all my words
Until something sticks
But in this smoky universe
My mind keeps playing tricks
And although
You're the only home I know
As if by Magic
Thoughts of you are gone
And now I'm keeping my head in the clouds
And it's not so tragic
If I don't look down
Submerging from your world
And back into my bliss
A day rolled into one
Is burning on my lips
Blurring all your words
Until they don't exist
And in a parallel universe
It's me you can't resist
And although
You're the only home I'll ever know
As if by Magic
Thoughts of you are gone
And now I'm keeping my head in the clouds
And it's not so tragic
If I don't look down
[As if by magic. La Roux. La Roux album, 2009]
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