Veio Pra Ficar

So much to say
That thought silenced my voice
I increase my moments from the basements
I kill the torment when it imposes itself

If it's not said to the wind, I try to believe
The feeling is not actually real
I digest the agony and everything passes in the end
I'm interested in company, peace, and the postcard

But what are we?
There are so many signs
We are so alone (x2)

So much to understand
The setbacks that never stop
I don't dedicate time to storms
So there's no reason to carry daggers

And the more we heat up or try to find
The more we invent what to worry about
What matters to me is joy, showing that it came to stay
To stay in the day-to-day and not settle

But what are we?
There are so many signs
We are so alone (x2)