Tudo Bem

I ain't got fingers to count
How many cliffs I fell off
And how many stones were thrown at me
Or how many I threw
So much splinter, so many lies
So much lack of things to say
It ain't always easy to live this way

Today I can't remember no more
How many windows I jumped out of
And how many trails of misunderstanding I left behind
As many good as bad reasons
So many times disillusionment
Life's hardly ever a balloon

But your love heals me
From any kind of madness
Just leaning on your chest
And if that's some kind of flaw, for me it's all good

I ain't got fingers to count
How many cliffs I fell off
And how many stones were thrown at me
Or how many I threw
So much splinter, so many lies
So much lack of things to say
It ain't always just easy to live this way

But your love heals me
From any kind of madness
Just leaning on your chest
And if that's some kind of flaw, for me it's all good
All good, all good

But your love heals me
From any kind of madness
Just leaning on your chest
And if that's some kind of flaw, for me it's all good
All good, all good