terça-feira, 8 de outubro de 2013

(...) a vida nos intervalos #146 A Solidão dos Números Primos (Finale)

Acabado de ler esta tarde... Deu direito a lágrimas, sorrisos e respiração cortada.
Quase no final, referência a Grey Room, de Damien Rice.

Well I've been here before
I've sat on the floor
In a gray gray room
Where I stay in all day
I don't eat but I play
With this gray gray food

Desole, if someone is prayin'
Then I might break out
Desole, even if I scream,
I can't scream that loud

I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Just stuck by the phone again

Yeah, well I've been here before
Sat on a floor
In a gray gray mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write
Is a gray gray tune

So pray for me child, just for a while
And I might break out
Pray for me child, even a smile
Would do for now

So I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Just stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door?
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore?
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?
Have I still got you to keep me warm?

'Cause if I squeeze my grape
And I drink my wine
'Cause if I squeeze my grape
And I drink my wine
Oh cause nothing is lost
This is frozen in frost

And it's opening time
And there's no one in line

But I've still got me to be your open door
I've still got me to be your sandy shore
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And I've still got me to keep you warm

Warmer than warm yeah
Warmer than warm yeah
Warmer than warm yeah
Warmer than warm yeah...

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