quinta-feira, 24 de janeiro de 2008


You´d better
feel amused just to be alive and lie
under a sunny day,
not slipping through the shadows of a rainy night

Because everyone in here´s used to go by
those empty days of patient
awakenings and whispers
and unhealing promisses of a good night

But no one´s sleeping
For it´s such a long way down if you´re tired
You´ve got to shake hands, and swim in the quicksand
Until they notice you´ve done all but lied

And smiled in the face of those who can´t believe
you´re still believing.

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