When the grass is green with grow
And my tears have turned to snow
I am only a child
Born upon a grave
Dancing through the stations
Calling out my name
Kiss my name
I am trying to be sane
I'm trying to kiss my friends
And when broken, make amends
Kiss my name, the curtains white
The turtle doves embroider light
As I lie, murdered in ground
Rain compacting sodden sound
Of songs I sang the years before
Kiss my name
When it was my time to rain
Upon the coal that I became
(Uma bola de sabão foi crescendo aos poucos, entrei nela e viajei pelo sonho.
Tudo passou a fazer sentido, por entre uma voz que embala e um som que me transporta ao meu mundo perfeito.
Assim foi, ontem no Coliseu dos Recreios.)
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