Esquecer é Nosso Jeito

There's no reason to argue
At this hour the Sun has gone
I'm about to explode
With this war between us two

There's no reason to forget you
Nor much less to remember
Between passion and desire
There are only reasons to cry

Each word is a thorn, coming out of your mouth
Scratching my skin, staining my clothes
Devastating my chest, like the boredom of a storm

Each look is a drop poisoning our wine
It's a thorn in the shoe, it's a stone in the path
Always together, but alone in this unequal world

You go left, I go right
This house is small and the door too narrow
If love gives us a chance, we fight and ignore
Forgetting is our way to leave and go away

Each word is a thorn, coming out of your mouth
Scratching my skin, staining my clothes
Devastating my chest like the boredom of a storm