A vida descostura, o homem passa a linha, a corrigir os panos do tempo.Mia Couto
The question, is.What do you see?When you look into my eyes, can you see my soul?
Theres a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunderCrack and thunder, is closing in, is closing inThe rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concreteOn a flat roof, theres a boy leaning against the wall of rainAerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soulSometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soulIts a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off carsSpinning buses like toys, stripping them to chromeAcross the bay, the waves are turning into something elsePicking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shoreThe boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon signAnd he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitchingThe flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him onSometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soulSometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soulTheres four new colors in the rainbowAn old mans taking polaroidsBut all he captures is endless rain, endless rainHe says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to hisAnd I swear I can hear the seaSomtimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul(I can reach your soul)(I can touch your soul)
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The question, is.
What do you see?
When you look into my eyes, can you see my soul?
Theres a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
On a flat roof, theres a boy leaning against the wall of rain
Aerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Its a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore
The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
Theres four new colors in the rainbow
An old mans taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea
Somtimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul
(I can reach your soul)
(I can touch your soul)
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