A tristeza consome-me à medida que a tarde passa. De 0 a 10, estou já no 69 Love Songs.
E as lágrimas nunca demoram a aparecer quando oiço a frase:
E as lágrimas nunca demoram a aparecer quando oiço a frase:
Well you may not be beautiful
but it's not for me to judge
I don't know if you're beautiful
because I love you too much
E depois lembro-me de ouvir a Busby Berkeley dreams, do CD 3:
I haven't seen you in ages,
but it's not as bleak as it seems.
We still dance on whirling stages
in my Busby Berkeley dreams.
E agora já ninguém me pára, já não acredito no sol.
