Sem pensar, quero pegar num copo de limonada e bebê-lo até ao fim, sem respirar. Matar esta sede na acidez refrescante das emoções cruas, por analisar. E naquele momento límbico antes do despertar, quero esse sabor nos meus lábios.
FAKE EMPIRE
The National
Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on
Do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
let’s not try to figure out everything it wants
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire