SOS, prince in a single bed
it’s 3 am, there is a few stars crowd
Seasons have not changed yet,
the rock is finally over,
every floor singing in silence
remember when you forgot your shirts on me
a newborn night painted in gouache mistakes
the lights have learn to dance like you
text messages falling as steps in the dark,
See how paintful is sleep on your lips
so, where is the day?
when you will come back again?
the day is out there, waiting for a blast
I go sleep with that party on my mind,
everybody left noises and bottles,
so alone, so sober, so alone, so sober, so alone
Back to the day we pretend like a fire on stage
I don’t wanna play, I never event wanted start
One by one killed by cold wall of pride
Back to the day we got lost in war songs
You better cry on the letters at the palace
Maybe someone can understand your apostrophes,
I thought you were good with the words
Sweet lie, listen to the breaths on top of our heads
Back to the day you shoot the poet in your arms
Back to the day you shoot the poet in your arms
Back to the day you shoot the poet in your arms
Música por Mateus Couto
