segunda-feira, 24 de setembro de 2007

A tua boca


tanto prazer e tanto pecado...
tanta dor e tanta tristeza...
beijos lindos, palavras de mel...
doces prazeres escondidos...
fazes-me feliz, fazes-me sentir um calor que me conforta sem queimar, que me faz sorrir sem motivo...
com a tua boca...
levas-me ao céu...

e quando queres trazes-me à dor...
à dor desta realidade que não quero ver, que não quero viver, que não sei como agir...


às vezes, "nothing hurts like your mouth... mouth... mouth"

Assim disse Bush:

You gave me this
Made me give
Your silver grin
still sticking it in
You have some machine soul machine
Soul of Machine


The longest kiss
Feeling furniture days
Drift madly to you
Pollute my heart; Drain


You have stolen me
broken me
stolen me
broken me


All your mental armor drags me down
nothing hurts like your mouth


Your loaded smiles and pretty just deserts
Wish it all for you
So much it never hurts


You have soul machine
Stolen me


all your mental armor drags me down
We can't breathe when we come around
All your mental armor drags me down
nothing hurts like your mouth


We'd been missing long before
never found our way home
We'd been missing long before
we will found our way


You gave me this
made give


you have soul machine
broken free


all your mental armor drags me down
we can't breathe when we come around
all your mental armor drags me down
nothing hurts like your mouth


all your mental armor
all your mental armor
and your mouth...

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