Lady Samantha
Ver se o vento ainda está forte
E vai ser bom subir nas pedras
Sei que faço isso pra esquecer
Eu deixo a onda me acertar
E o vento vai levando tudo embora
Agora está tão longe
Vê, a linha do horizonte me distrai:
Dos nossos planos é que tenho mais saudade,
Quando olhávamos juntos na mesma direção
Aonde está você agora
Além de aqui dentro de mim?
Agimos certo sem querer
Foi só o tempo que errou
Vai
Confetti
Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence Day
Tears like filigrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
It's thirty-five degrees
Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heard...
My words are like Confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
So diaphanous
So ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mamma was
In her black turtle neck
She was so high strung
She was so low tech
Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen caret nose rings
The children of elite
Are trying to be street saying
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for
They just wanna be seen
They just wanna be heard...
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up