Tava pensando... e estou meio decepcionado comigo mesmo... não sei... de repente fiquei cego e perdido... não sei mais o que eu vim fazer nesse planeta... nem o pq eu vim pra cá...
De repente a vida deixou me perguntar o que eu queria para mim.... Imediatamente me levantei e como num jogo de Xadrez pensei para falar e falei... em alto e bom som... mas... a vida não me escutou.... ainda não desisti, mas não sei se no momento seria compensatório a luta...
O dificil é resistir a tentação de voltar... mas voltar?? Se eu não "sai" do lugar... vou procurar outros caminhos mas na certeza que estou indo sem um vento forte... sem um objetivo claro... meu mastro com a vela principal esta danificado... que diabos estou fazendo em alto mar perdido.... quantos iquais a mim existem no mundo? Pois para mim... parece que estou sento um EXIMIO imcopetente.... Cade a porra do "manual da vida"??
6th Avenue Heartache -The Wallflowers
The sirens ring, the shots ring out.A stranger cries, he screams out loud.
I had my world, strapped against my back.
I held my hands, and never knew how to act.
And the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
6th Avenue Heartache.
Well good old me, I was a homeless man.
Singing songs, I knew complete.
On the steps alone, this guitar in hand.
These fifty years stood where he stands.
And the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
6th Avenue Heartache.
And the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
6th Avenue Heartache.
Walking home, on the streets.
The river winds, they move my feet.
The subway steam, like silhouetes in dreams.
You stood by me, just like playing games.
Well the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
Yeah 6th avenue heartache.
And the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
6th Avenue Heartache.
Looked out the window, and got up on that street.
And gone like midnight, was that wind.
But I sit here with 6-strings, leane against that wall.
And all those things, they all look so small.
I got my fingers crossed, on a shooting star.
Just like me, just moved on back home.
And the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
6th Avenue Heartache.
And the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
6th Avenue Heartache.
Well the same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me, and now it's drawing me in.
Yeah 6th avenue heartache.
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