the musician's uneasy deep inside
desperate to create
the writer is walking in circles
clearly full of ideias
the lover is searching around
struggling to find some passion`
there is a city breathing
I'm inside this
enlighten squares where I'm
waking into
going through
deep into
there are people walking with me
this time I'm not alone
we all know what's going on
waking into
going through
deep into
the edge of it all
smell of perfume in the air
some notes from far away
words rising on my mind
ghost signs between us
telling more than words do
and how come should I trust you
in this mortal game we play
is something I understand
just looking at you
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