All night long, every night they come Crawling, sluggish, leg to neck closer and closer to your head One of those diseases that exposes what's beneath us Well, you may hide from me, but not from yourself
Stuck in a puzzle of some sort Lost in a rail-less train of thoughts Catch a glimpse of what it could but will never be Shake it away Repeat
Like a question mark it slithers and barks In my head Another knot, another thread Seven days spent mad But it'll go down And it will spread Not know Eventually, and then suddenly A final calm Your very own lullaby
Shining like a leaf kissing the sun Luring you to play that day Just another stone in a cold and lonely road And the reverie slips away
Compositores: André Pires da Silva Rocha, Marcus Vinicius Costa Brito