If you don't want me
Clueless we soldiered on
Stillborn to worlds unknown
People who've never been
They cry no tears at all
If you don't want me
Let me know
If you don't need me
Then let me go
If you don't love me anymore
Then you don't love me any less
Clear skies were never mine
Dark clouds are all I've known
That people who've never seen
True love could only know
If you don't want me
Let me know
If you don't need me
Then tell me so
If you don't love me anymore
Then you don't love me any less
If you don't want me
Let me know
If you don't need me
Then let me go
If you don't love me anymore
Then you don't love me any less
You don't love me any less
Perry Blake - The Crying Room
Stillborn to worlds unknown
People who've never been
They cry no tears at all
If you don't want me
Let me know
If you don't need me
Then let me go
If you don't love me anymore
Then you don't love me any less
Clear skies were never mine
Dark clouds are all I've known
That people who've never seen
True love could only know
If you don't want me
Let me know
If you don't need me
Then tell me so
If you don't love me anymore
Then you don't love me any less
If you don't want me
Let me know
If you don't need me
Then let me go
If you don't love me anymore
Then you don't love me any less
You don't love me any less
Perry Blake - The Crying Room
1 Comments:
As palavras
São como um cristal,
as palavras.
Algumas, um punhal,
um incêndio.
Outras,
orvalho apenas.
Secretas vêm, cheias de memória.
Inseguras navegam:
barcos ou beijos,
as águas estremecem.
Desamparadas, inocentes,
leves.
Tecidas são de luz
e são a noite.
E mesmo pálidas
verdes paraísos lembram ainda.
Quem as escuta? Quem
as recolhe, assim,
cruéis, desfeitas,
nas suas conchas puras?
Eugénio de Andrade
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