Let isolation and solitude
sleep in the arms of passion,
while I cry (I cry myself)
in melting walls of silent screams.

Just be patient when you're lost
in quietness and surrounded by idiots
shouting the rectitude of our voices.

Let me go through their minds.

Let me be in their quiet dreams
and ask themselves (if I asked myself)
"what the hell am I doing here?"

Let isolation and solitude
sleep in the arms of love,
while I weep verses of sorrow and blame.

I guess I'm just too young for that.

I need more time to perceive myself.
I need more time to perceive
I need more time.

I know them already. I feel I know.

I don't know...

Let isolation and solitude sleep.

While my dreams come true,
reckless visions of my love
will turn out to be deaf, blind
and ****** up.
Postado por Paulo