Os senhores da Apple, cuscos do piorio, sabem demasiado sobre a minha vida - inclusiva e perturbadoramente aquelas coisas que eu não conto a ninguém. Mas eles sabem. Como aliás se vê pela música que o meu iPod escolheu exactamente na altura em que o autocarro ficou de tal maneira cheio que era impossível tirar o leitor de mp3 do bolso para passar a faixa para a frente.
Bloc Party - Two More Years
In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view
such longing for the past for such completion
What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey
I've become crueler in your presence
They say: 'be brave, there's a right way and a wrong way'
This pain won't last forever, this pain won't last forever
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You've cried enough this lifetime, my beloved polar bear
Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon
To start anew all over, remove those scars from your arms
To start anew all over more enlightened
I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell
This pain won't last forever, this pain won't last forever
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years, there's only two more years
Two more years so hold on
You don't need to find answers for questions never asked of you
You don't need to find answers
dead weights and balloons drag me to you
dead weights and balloons to sleep in your arms
i've become crueler since i met you
i've become rougher, this world is killing me
we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles
we try to remember our alibis
we tell lies to our parents who hide in their rooms
we bury our secrets in the garden
of course we could never make this love last
i said of course we could never make this love last
the only love we know is love for ourselves
we bury our secrets in the garden
Olha lá, serei só eu que oiço aqui coisas sobre...?!?
