The Call, by Regina Spektor
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word.
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Till it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye.
(...)
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word.
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Till it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye.
(...)
Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget.
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Till they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye.
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye.
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget.
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Till they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye.
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye.
***
Afinal não foi mesmo preciso... É só fechar os olhos, respirar fundo e continuar a andar para a frente que mais dia menos dia tudo se começa a compor. Neste momento tudo se compõe não da maneira como tinha imaginado (sim, eu imagino muito) mas é melhor nem refilar! Karma's a bitch...
Só sei que gosto de ti, de ti, e de ti e ninguém saiu de perto de mim... Ou plo menos ninguém ficou mais longe do que estava! ;-)
I need my friends close to me...
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