Em Escuta

Como se desejassemos que uma bolha plástica nos impedisse de sentir o mundo. Ou uma dose contínua de analgésicos nos fizesse seguir dormentes, desconhecendo dor e sofrimento. No rescaldo tudo nos era igualmente confortável, e nenhum rasgão teria qualquer importância. Como se o mundo se resumisse às rotinas de sobrevivência e só fizesse sentido estar deitado no chão com a cabeça enterrada nos ombros à espera das explosões.

You push a lot
You push a lot
You undid the wallpaper, made it so undressed
In your head

No attention … bad
No attention … bad
No attention … bad
No attention … bad

I’d rather be lost than found

I’ll stick to reason, for chasing monsters
She’s the mother of the ox and the devil
She’s wonderful … just like you

I’d rather be lost than found
Rather be heard than right
Rather be sick than dead
Rather be loved than not loved … again

Leave your work at home put down your briefcase
Leave your work at home put down your briefcase
Leave your work at home put down your briefcase
Leave your work at home put down your briefcase

Rather be cold than cruel
Rather be wrong than good
Rather be criss than cross
Rather loved than not loved … again

I’d rather be lost than found
Rather be heard than right
Rather be sick than dead
Rather be loved than not loved … again

Should leave your work at home, put down your briefcase