|All I can say is that my life is pretty plain|
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane, It's not sane
|I just want someone to say to me, oh oh oh oh|
I'll always be there when you wake
You know I'd like to keep my tears dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made
|And I don't understand why I sleep all day|
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape! Escape, escape, escape.
Queria ter escrito essa letra.
Pro Pedro, que diz que fugir é necessário.