vai, vem, fica
a cada três segundos
She’s not thinking about the future She’s not spinning her wheels She doesn’t think at all about the past She thinking long and hard About that high wild sound And wondering will it last?
un peu d’air sur la terre a wasted game broken rackets + gadgets we waste away
Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground And I know our song is over and heavy as I see dry leaves fallin’ down, oh With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes Oh, you’re just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
don't make decisions when you're angry
don’t make promises when you’re happy