segunda-feira, 30 de março de 2009

À bolina











I was happy in my harbour

When you cut me loose
Floating on an ocean
And confused
Winds are whipping waves up
Like sky scrapers
And the harder they hit me
The less I seem to bruise

And when I
Find the controls
I'll go where I like
I'll know where I want to be
But maybe for now
I'll stay right here
On a silent sea

Silent Sea,
KT Tunstall

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