There's a breeze coming from the window
The cold gives me chills, goosebumps
My hair is ice now
Ignoring all the reality noises that comes from the kitchen
The wind feels like home
Maybe because it has the same temperature of my heart
Put my body against the window, it's never close enough
The sky was dark blue when I started writing this, now it's totally black
There is no stars, I can't see the moon
Maybe death is just like that, in a blink of an eye you're gone
There's no stars, no moon, no noises, no kitchen, no window, just wind
You close your eyes and for the last 3 seconds of life
You finally can feel something true
You finally see something beautiful
Something that is worth telling others
Something that would inspire the whole world
You see how beautiful the end is, but the end ends too fast
It's too late.
And there's no breeze coming from the window for you anymore.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
There's a breeze coming from the window
The cold gives me chills, goosebumps
My hair is ice now
Ignoring all the reality noises that comes from the kitchen
The wind feels like home
Maybe because it has the same temperature of my heart
Put my body against the window, it's never close enough
The sky was dark blue when I started writing this, now it's totally black
There is no stars, I can't see the moon
Maybe death is just like that, in a blink of an eye you're gone
There's no stars, no moon, no noises, no kitchen, no window, just wind
You close your eyes and for the last 3 seconds of life
You finally can feel something true
You finally see something beautiful
Something that is worth telling others
Something that would inspire the whole world
You see how beautiful the end is, but the end ends too fast
It's too late.
And there's no breeze coming from the window for you anymore.
D. Furtado
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