I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel
We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you I tell you I love you I tell you I love you
And I always will And I always will And I always will
And I know that you can't tell me
And I know that you can't tell me
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love
It's out of love
I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion
I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart
It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love
(Straight through my heart)
It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love
(Straight through my heart)
It's out of love It's out of love It's out of love
(Straight through my heart)
Antony and The Johnsons
(... I was lying in my bed last night. Staring at a ceiling full of stars. When it suddenly hit me. I just have to let you know how I feel. We live together in a photograph of time. I look into your eyes. And the seas open up to me. I tell you I love you. And I always will. And I know that you can't tell me. And I know that you can't tell me. So I'm left to pick up. The hints, the little symbols of your devotion. So I'm left to pick up. The hints, the little symbols of your devotion. I feel your fists. And I know it's out of love. And I feel the whip. And I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes. Straight through my heart. It's out of love. It's out of love. I accept and I collect upon my body. The memories of your devotion. I accept and I collect upon my body. The memories of your devotion. I feel your fists. And I know it's out of love. And I feel the whip. And I know it's out of love. I feel your burning eyes burning holes. Straight through my heart. It's out of love. It's out of love...)
* (Porque estava lá. Porque estamos cá.) Oh give it to me! Oh give it to me! You know i want it... You know i want it... Oh poison me! Oh poison me! You know i want it... You know i want it...
3 comentários:
O álbum The Crying Light é delicioso, místico e envolvente. Passou por Braga e não fui ver. Cá espero, entre o contentamente que iTunes me dá, que o Antony volte.
:)
Abraço
Gostaste, portanto... :)
Eu também gostei muito que cá viesses. Para a próxima, a ver se eu não ando a correr desenfreadamente entre escolas e pomos a conversa em dia sentados, à mesa, ao sol ou à lua.
Mas gostei. MUITO! :)
Luís: é lindo lindo lindo! E este momento foi tão especial! (esta tem dido a banda sonora das minhas horas!). E quando voltar, lá estaremos! ;)
Abraço
Ana: Ao sol ou à lua, ao vento ou à chuva, mas será! :) (deu para matar uma milionésima-ínfima-parte-nano-pequena das saudaditas. E tu estás i-g-u-a-l! Qual o segredo? ;) )
Um grande xi! (pronto, e um "beijo dos nossos para a "tímida" - hahahahaha - Petra!)
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