Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you
Turning in circles confusion is nothing new
Flashback... warm nights... almost left behind
Suitcases of memories, time after... Sometimes
You picture me I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said
Then you say go slow... I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time after
My picture fades and darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows I'm wondering if you're OK
Then you say go slowly... The drum beats out of time...
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Sim. É isto. E o silêncio... E tu.
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