quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2009

Step over

You’ve made me so hot,
And made my dreams so wild.
But then it all turned cold,
Sour, dirty and mild.

I’m gonna let the door open,
And you can keep the key too.
So when you come back smiling,
I’m gonna step all over you.

People you hate,
People so low.
Bad things around,
Step over it all.

Pickpockets in the Station,
Muderers and rapists in my head.
The air of the city nauseating
Make me wanna stay in bed.

I collect scars and tears,
Being stronger after being sick.
Come back and try to hit me,
I'm gonna step all over it.

Things you take,
Things to blow.
Bad people around,
Step over it all.

Regrets and goodbyes,
Waving back your sorrows.
Deception and deceive,
It’ll repeat itself tomorrow.

Let’s do it over and over,
Because I can take that and more.
Walking over my problems,
Won’t be me on the floor.

sexta-feira, 18 de setembro de 2009

Make me laugh

I dont care if you wont come back,
not even if it's not meant to last.
As long as , when you're here
you make me laugh and beg and sing.


Cause I am tired of the silence,
od that dumb old record playing.
And if you can put the sound in my mouth,
maybe it wouldn't be so damn annoying.

So make me sing one last time,
and we will laugh together, out of key.
And make me beg for you to stay,
even if I would be just kidding.

Nothing lasts forever, but we can cease today.
I will never beg of you anything I couldn't take.
But I still would like to share a laugh with you,
making stupid noises, singing you farewell.

quinta-feira, 10 de setembro de 2009

Sem conserto

Não precisa ser gentil,
não precisa ter cuidado.
Já está tudo quebrado.

Não precisa ter medo,
não precisa de mais nada.
Eu já estou toda quebrada.

E não há conserto,
e mesmo que houvesse,
eu não pedi nada disso.

E não há motivo,
pra mesmo que quisesse,
se importar com isso.