I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass

I was smiling as you took my hand
Saw the mood we spoke in France
You were passed as shallow word
It isn't passed there's still a hurt
You were passed as shallow word
It isn't passed there's still a hurt
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away...
sorry

Sempre as mesmas vozes, sempre as mesmas canções

Sempre os mesmos gestos
Sempre o mesmo olhar
Sempre os mesmos passos
Sempre o mesmo não estar
Sempre o mesmo estado
Sempre o mesmo perder
Sempre o mesmo lado
Sempre o mesmo dizer
Sempre estar em grande
Sempre o mundo a topar
Sempre os mesmos corpos tudo a rastejar
Sempre a mesma estrada
Sempre o mesmo nada

Look for what seems out of place

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