Luísa

For her is why I look good
For her is why I act like a clown
For her is why I go off key
And forget myself in time and space
Almost levitate
I make dreams out of crepe paper

And when she's in my arms
Sadness seems trivial
My heart in pieces
Mends for one more number

For her is why the show goes on
I make faces and tricks
It's for her I make posters
It's for her I drive away
The shadows of the street
I make the moon
I make the breeze
So Luísa can sleep in peace