Lá Se Vão Os Dias
Versos que Compomos na Estrada
Here Go the Days
Here go the days
When poetry
Meant nothing to me
But it was all I felt
Here go the habits
Of what I used to write
And the verse just repeated
I love you
But not every day
We could really try
To forget the problems
And remember, my love
That love has its poems too
We could really try
To forget the problems
And remember, my love
That love has its poems too
My heart was beating
Word by word
And the distance just grew
When I got closer
While you were missing
The ink on the page marked
The pen was always a slave
To what we didn’t say
And we, like that, failed
We could really try
To forget the problems
And remember, my love
That love has its poems too
We could really try
To write a poem
And erase, my love
That love has its problems too
We could really try
To forget the problems
And remember, my love
That love has its poems too
We could really try
To forget the problems
And remember, my love
That love has its poems too
Here go the habits
Of what I used to write
And the verse just repeated
I love you
But not every day
