penso demais, sonho demais, falo demais, faço demais, quero demais e amo menos,
cada vez menos.
já dizia o outro, it's not easy to be me.

a-tisket, a-tasket

a-tisket, a-tasket,
a green and yellow basket.
i wrote a letter to my love,
and on the way I dropped it.

i dropped it, i dropped it,
and on the way I dropped it.
a little boy picked it up,
and put it in his pocket.

são coisas, são só coisas

quando alguém deixar de te dar amor, pensa que há quem viva do teu calor

não voltei a olhar para trás, mas não consegui dar nenhum passo em frente.

i don't like the vibe in the vip

i’ll be your schoolgirl dream

i’ll shake my peaches and cream

i’ll make you scream like you ain't done it in ages

you touch these tired eyes of mine

and map my face out line by line

open your eyes

get up, get out, get away from these liars

´cause they don't get your soul or your fire

take my hand, knot your fingers through mine

and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time

every minute from this minute now

we can do what we like anywhere

i want so much to open your eyes

´cause I need you to look into mine