terça-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2009

Good to me


What's so different
With the color of things
I feel the wind push the car,
And I look at you again.
When you turn to me
And ask me what I think.
I nod and then I sing along
To all the song you like.

There hasn't been a time that I have wished I wasn't here
with you.]
Your eyes are good to me, they can see, they can see what
my mother sees.]
They can see what my mother sees.

I fall asleep
Like some airplane crash
You drive a little more
So you don't have to wake me up
I can dream
And I can worry
But then you say to me
I know you better than you think


There hasn't been a time that I have wished I wasn't here with you
with you.]
Your eyes are good to me, they can see, they can see what
my mother sees.]
They can see what my mother sees.

Why have all the bombs been blasting in the air?
Do you know what our love can do?
Oh slowly, you know me, like a man should.
I'm so sunny
Everyday
So sunny


There hasn't been a time that I have wished I wasn't here
with you.]
Your eyes are good to me, they can see, they can see what
my mother sees.]
They can see what my mother sees.
Good to Me - Inara George







"Essas feridas da vida, Margarida
Essas feridas da vida, amarga vida
Pra você gostar de mim"

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