Qual a Graça

Seven or eight in the morning
Blackout curtains, lamp light on
Today I'm not getting up
My heart's in the dark even with the blue sky
I'm colder than a winter in the south
Without you, everything's just boring

What's the point of walking in the park
Hands in my pockets, while others are hand in hand?
What's the point of showing my face
This crying face, from a night of tears?
Last night, missing you hit me like a punch

Is it hard? Yeah
Is it tough? Yeah
It's hard to forget you when all I do is think of you
But it's almost over, right?
You better get ready
'Cause that day's coming, and then you'll see
Nothing in life lasts forever
And my suffering won't either

Is it hard? Yeah
Is it tough? Yeah
It's hard to forget you when all I do is think of you
But it's almost over, right?
You better get ready
'Cause that day's coming, and then you'll see
Nothing in life lasts forever
And my suffering won't either

(Put your hands up, Goiânia)
(Move from side to side)
(Side to side)
(So beautiful) (hey!)

What's the point of walking in the park
Hands in my pockets, while others are hand in hand?
What's the point of showing my face
With this crying face, from a night of tears?
Last night, missing you hit me like a punch

Is it hard? Yeah
Is it tough? Yeah
It's hard to forget you when all I do is think of you
But it's almost over, right?
You better get ready
'Cause that day's coming, and then you'll see
Nothing in life lasts forever
And my suffering won't either

Is it hard? Yeah
Is it tough? Yeah
It's hard to forget you when all I do is think of you
But it's almost over, right?
You better get ready
'Cause that day's coming, and then you'll see
Nothing in life lasts forever
And my suffering won't either
Yeah, yeah

(Thank you, Goiânia) (woo!)