domingo, 20 de maio de 2012

The edge of a lie


The edge of a lie - música: Miguel Fernandes / letra: João Moita 

versão rudimentar 

We tried so much to die
That life renewed the game
And the center of our displacement
is getting deviant
we’re reaching

The edge of a lie
The reason you spy
Life’s detached from
The sap of time
Maybe we

Love your name
And play your games
But it seems we’d rather
Fake the blame
And what, for love,
We take from you
Is the rapture of the fault
You drove us to

We were trying to die
But we never got as cold
as it takes for one to get old
We were trying to die
But it seems we took part
on the lineage of the restless hearts
(or because instead of

loving your name
And playing your games
it seems we’d rather
Fake the blame
And what, for love,
We take from you
Is the rapture of the fault
You drove us to

And down bellow
We brew the snow
And far out in the dew
We present to you
The wavering of
Love and treason
The hollow in the hands
That dug in search of you

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