Graveto
Marília Mendonça
Twig
I'll be honest with you
I think it's over for me
It's been a while since I've been yours
Even the bed noticed
That it got too cold
And your touch doesn't bring
There's no point in putting a twig
In the fire that doesn't catch anymore
Doesn't catch anymore, doesn't catch anymore
You turned into longing inside this house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care to know how I feel anymore
A few square meters, turned into a maze
You turned into longing inside this house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care to know how I feel anymore
A few square meters, turned into a maze
I'll be honest with you
I think it's over for me
It's been a while since I've been yours
Even the bed noticed
That it got too cold
And your touch doesn't bring
There's no point in putting a twig
In the fire that doesn't catch anymore
Doesn't catch anymore, doesn't catch anymore
You turned into longing inside this house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care to know how I feel anymore
A few square meters, turned into a maze
You turned into longing inside this house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care to know how I feel anymore
A few square meters, turned into a maze