Serve esta pequena carta para te informar que lá estarei para te ouvir no proximo dia 31 de Outubro. Não poderei estar presente nos outros concertos porque também tenho uma vida e uma agenda preenchida, mas em Coimbra não me escapas.
Até já,
Obrigada por dares vida aos meus dias cada vez que te ouço!!!!
Walking in the street Breath the only friend Strangers pass me by I'm moving, moving with the wind Inside me now, the gold The gold at rainbows end Stranger to myself, a stranger Stranger till the end Behind the closed door The one we painted green To remind me of the perfect plan
Wash my face in fields of green Take me to the stars for free Point me to the high wire call Wake me true and wake me all
Walk me in the streets Take me, to a view on high To an empire state Tease, tease and bake me dry Swerve and turn on me Melt me, melt me to the wall Like an unspeant fortune, I'm running Running with the call Behind the closed door The one we painted green To remind me of a perfect plan
Wash my face In fields of green Take me to the stars for free point me to the high wire call Wake me true and wake me all
I find you in the morning after dreams of distant signs you pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds you lift me up and get me out keep me walking but never shout hold the secret close I hear you say
You know the way it throws about it takes you in and spits you out when you desire to conquer it to feel you're higher to follow it you must be clean with mistakes that you do mean move the heart switch the pace look for what seems out of place
Yeah on and on it goes calling like a distant wind through the zero hour we'll walk cut the thick and break the thin no sound to break no moment clear when all the doubts are crystal clear crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns changing colour spinning yarns you know the way it leaves you dry it cuts you up it takes you high you know the way it's painted gold is it honey is it gold you know the way it throws about it takes you in and spits you out
You know the way it throws about it takes you in and spits you out it spits you out when you desire to conquer it to feel you're higher to follow it you must be clean with mistakes that you do mean move the heart switch the pace look for what seems out of place
And now I find the special kind you yourself like sun through blinds you lift me up get me out keep me walking but never shout
It's o.k. it goes this way the line is thin it twists away cuts you up it throws about keep me walking but never shout
A strange kind of love A strange kind of feeling Swims through your eyes And like the doors To a wide vast dominion They open to your prize
This is no terror ground Or place for the rage No broken hearts White wash lies Just a taste for the truth Perfect taste choice and meaning A look into your eyes
Blind to the gemstone alone A smile from a frown circles round Should he stay or should he go Let him shout a rage so strong A rage that knows no right or wrong And take a little piece of you
There is no middle ground Or that's how it seems For us to walk or to take Instead we tumble down Either side left or right To love or to hate
