A Cura

Como eu gosto disto!!!.....
Agarrei neste CD e lembrei-me. Um Inverno em Nova Iorque. Frio. Luzes de Natal. A minha irmã e eu debaixo de minúsculos flocos de neve, a gritar e a rir porque qualquer toque nas orelhas as iria desfazer em cristais.
O começo de um namoro.
É tão lindo e quando começo a ouvir fica no repeat!...
Não há melhor do que conduzir a ouvir isto. (Apesar deste senhor ser responsável pelo meu medo de aranhas - acabei de percebê-lo agora! Aquela aranha gigante do tamanho de um quarto tornou-se o meu pesadelo! - opá, eu era piiiquena.)




i've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost belive that they're real
i've been living so long with my pictures of you
that i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel

remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter than the snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage to
let it all go

remembering you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white so delicate lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering you how you used to be
slow drowned you were angels so much more than everything
oh hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes but i never see anything

if only i had thought of the right words
i could have hold on to your heart
if only i'd thought of the right words
i wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Looking So long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart
all my pictures of you


The Cure, Pictures of You