Resgate do dia

[Terça-feira, 27 de agosto de 2013]



The heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs
In prayers and proclamations
In the grand days of great men
In the smallest of gestures
In short, shallow gasps

But with all my education
I can't seem to commend it
And the words are all escaped me
Coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can't seem to understand it, and...

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all, if only for a moment
That I could just understand
The meaning of the love, you see
Cuz I've been scrawling it forever
But it never made sense to me at all.

And it talks to me in tiptoes
And sings to me inside
And cries out in the darkest nights
And breaks in the morning light

But with all my education
I can't seem to commend it
And the words are all escaping
Coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can't seem to understand it, and...

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all, if only for a moment
That I could just understand
The meaning of love, you see
Cuz I've been scrawling it forever
But it never made sense to me, at all (2x)

No
Words...
Called a language
Doesn't deserve such treatment
And all my stumbling phrases
Never amount to anything
Worth this feeling
All this heaven
Never could describe such a feeling as I'm feeling
Words were never so useful
So I was screaming out a language
That I never knew existed before
1 Response
  1. Alexandre Says:

    Sei que você está realmente ocupada dando passos significativos, mesmo assim.

    Isso me faz falta.