"É esta dor que não passa, É esta ânsia que me trespassa, O amor que corta e recorta, A mente que me vai e não me volta Que me mantêm de ti a pão e água. São gritos de tormentos De caras vistas e revistas. São sombras de vidas sobrevividas Em abismos oprimidos, A respirar palavras de ajuda E a engoli-las a seco e em vão. E o pânico, o medo, As faces de horror e desalento Espelhadas na minha as encontro, A dar-me o frio, o gelo como certo. Cerro os olhos que não consigo ver-me assim. Os sonhos, as esperanças? Perdi-as de uma vida melhor."

"Here we lay face to face once again Silence cuts like a knife as we pretend. and Im wondering who will be to first to say what we both know We're just holding on to could have beens and we should be letting go. It feels like your a million miles away as your lying hee with me tonight. I cant even fine the words to say I can find a way to make it right. and we both know that the stories ending, we play the part but we're just pretending and I cant hide the tears cause even though your here, it feels like your a million miles away. Was it me, or was it you that broke away? for what we were is like a season love is change and every time I think about it, it tears me up inside. Like the rivers of emotion but I got no more tears to cry. We can try to talk it over but we walked that road before, while our song is playing its last note, we both know for sure that its time to close that door."

""O seu amor é colecionador de tormentas que eu procurei cruzando o céu.""