Staring at a ceiling full of stars

Asas de vento, coração de mar

The sun is sleeping on the job!

"So I just did me some talking to the sun

And I said I didn't like

The way he got things done:

Sleeping on the job

Those raindrops keep falling on my head

They keep falling"

 

(B.J. Thomas)

One more day, one more walk

Cold Wind

"And I’m just listening to cold wind whistling

And if they ever find me

Tell the papers

Cold wind, cold wind, cold, cold wind blowing

Cold wind blowing"

 

(Arcade Fire)

Em sons de ondas a bater

E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse