And yeah, I know, I should be finding another way. I know that I should be out seeking a substitute. But just forgetting never really made sense to me.
O amor é incondicional até conhecer
o que o outro esconde no porão da sua alma, que é pra ninguém ver.
E acredite quando eu digo: seja feliz,
você nasceu pra ser espinho, e eu cicatriz.
I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally.
Do you understand what i’m talking about?
Have you ever felt like that?
When you just couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either.
You know? like that? do you understand what i’m saying?
Sisters and Brothers,
we have surely lost our way.
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Time hides things,
Lies hide things,
I hide things,
I lose things.
Where did it go?
I don’t know.
In the winter I wonder what it’s like to be where you are,
In the winter I wonder what it’d be like if you were still here.
You could be my unintended choice I’ll be there as soon as i can Before you.
To live my life extended
You should be the one i’ll always love
But i’m busy mending broken
Pieces of the life i had before
There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock, people so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love.
I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference
between attraction and connection.
I can see all of my friends and
I break into empty buildings,
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer,
We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops
At this city-it looked endless.
Guess I still don’t see the difference
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.
And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls,
“We’ll change the world!” We sang,
“We’ll change the world!” But,
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen,
But I still see much more power in that basement
than in heartless politicians.
And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we couldn’t tell the difference
between the feeling and the sound.
Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine
on my gravestone when I’m dead.
And when we’re dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song.
To find a better song and sing along.
No God could teach me what my father did. No promise of heaven kept me warm when my mother tucked me in. No hope for salvation kept me from sin, just a strong intuition not to do what all the bad ones did …and what comes next is a mystery to me. I guess I’ll to wait and see ‘cause everything I ever knew could just fall apart. I only know what I’ve been told, and I was told what others know, and other’s know what they’ve been told, and they we’re told what others know, and others know what they were told, and they were told what others know.
No way to tell what’s wrong or right. No fear of dying keeps me alive.
