quarta-feira, maio 09, 2007

Morning Theft

Time takes care of the wound
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn't see

Gifts for boot heels to crush
Promises deceived
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Your eyes and body brighten
Silent waters, deep
Your precious daughter in the
Other room, asleep

A kiss "Goodnight" from every
Stranger that I meet
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Morning theft
Unpretender left
Ungraceful

True self is what
Brought you here, to me
A place where we can
Accept this love

Friendship battered down by
Useless history
Unexamined failure

But what am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or, some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?

That brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir

You're a woman, I'm a calf
You're a window, I'm a knife
We come together
Making chance in the starlight

Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when

You know the meaning fits
There's no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I have to send it away
To bring her back again.

(Jeff Buckley)

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1 Comments:

Blogger Girl Afraid said...

Ai Nuno... se tu soubesses... ai se tu soubesses...

estes versos

"Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when

You know the meaning fits
There's no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend"

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quando a música nos traz recordações e nos resgata de um poço de dor para de novo nos devolver à terra... oh meu amigo...
como diria o JCM... a crítica que se foda!

há pouco tempo, um grande amigo meu deu-me a versão do Stephen Fretwell... a fazer-me companhia em viagens...

Beijos e até breve

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