Vitimas dos Ideias

Ambos vitimas dos ideiais

Demos as maos aos espiritos ancestrais

Sombras dos nossos primeiros beijos

E amamonos alem de nos mesmos

Demos as maos ao espiritos ancestrais

Fantasmas escarpando-nos as costas

Como quem dorme, como quem sonha

Uma manha inteira, uma vida a dois

Amamos bem mais do que eramos

Acendendo estrelas desaparecidas

Com o fogo de dimensoes desconhecidas

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Falling Out

Falling out of love with you

Oh what a pretty short story we had

Wake in the morning fast into

a new mood of hesitating skies

Will the sun shine through?

There's a red kiss mark.

My neck still remembers

Last night. Blur and Tide

Falling out of love with you

Oh what a magic deep fall we had

New Spirits inside this body

Planned dreams of their own

For my faltering eyes

There's a strange blue mark

My mind forsakes and loves

Last moons, times out of time

Falling out of love with you

Oh what a pretty short story we had

(hollowed out another lie)

Walk down

Oh baby come down to meet me

Tonight

To walk the streets of disenchantment

And see the starts that faded...

Pass by the memories silent still

Lingering for a new day,

Side by side, we,

Long known strangers.

Old Rooms

Ghost alight and we are dead.

(Shadows run like spiders

in my head)