e talvez a primeira morada (e)s(t)eja sempre na casa oposta
como bem me recorda este meu americano tranquilo.
The ceiling is on the floor Floor in the refrigerator
What
of the door? It's there no more
When it rains inside There is nowhere to hide
Which is why I'm all sunshine
Ain't nobody want
you
Ain't nobody want me too
If hell is above you You're even lower
than I do
Oh why Why does it rain inside?
Mine is in a busted house Rain inside when it's sunny
out
Outside in/ Inside out One step forward two steps back
They say opposites attract
But they haven't tracked In my heart shack
The opposite
of white Isn't white but rainbow blood
This house is too
narrow And made from endangered wood
Oh why Why does it rain inside?
How do you make a magnet? You create a potential
Just an old refrigerator magnet Repelled and pulled
Ooohhhh why so needy? Tell me why
Living in a golden age Why do these words sound so
strange?
Nothings changed Inside this cage From the window
I can see
You coming back to me How can this be? My windows
a dream
Pet snakes in the hall Pet snakes wall to wall
Coiling where the mice crawl Winter, spring, summer and
fall
Oh why Why does it rain inside?
Gosto da voz e do ritmo deste "quiet american". :)
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