sábado, 30 de julho de 2011

Rolling In The Deep

Superman (It's Not Easy)




I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd...but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy to be me.

Shadow of the Day




I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple.
Sometimes goodbye's the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

In cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple.
Sometimes goodbye's the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.


And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.


And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.

sexta-feira, 29 de julho de 2011

Creep

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
So fucking special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna a perfect body
I wanna a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
So very special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong me

quinta-feira, 28 de julho de 2011

Epifania

Foi como água fria quando eu enxerguei a verdade
E agora quem segurará minhas mãos?
Quem vai me ouvir agora?
E quem vai ouvir meus lamentos?
Quem vai me proteger quando a noite cair?
E como um filho abandonado
Sozinho e indefeso
vejo como tudo foi em vão
e eu não posso contar com suas mãos
Quem vai me ouvir agora?
E quem vai ouvir meus lamentos?
Quem vai me proteger quando a noite cair?
Foi como água fria quando eu enxerguei a verdade