Video: Sofia Silva (Lisboa, Julho 2010)
he woke up at dawn, he woke up at dawn with his ribs pressed against his heart,
into the dark.
I am what's left of a dream I had, a secret that I did not hear quite right
Oh the endless roads, from where my feet stands
and there is a smile at the end of every one, but not for me
Because the rain knows my name, she knows where i'm living
and she told my nightmares, where I'm hiding, hiding
Down the willow's bed, Down the willow's bed
So I took one of them, the one that sang "my dear heart"
and I walked, and I crawled over the years,
To an empty space, an empty, empty space
And so I stopped to stare at the buildings where they were advertising your absence,
my dear heart, my dear heart
see this girl, she could tell a lie better than me, better than me
Because the rain knows my name, she knows where I'm living
and she told my nightmares, that I'm bleeding, bleeding
Down the willow's bed, Down the willow's bed
Down the willow's bed, Down the willow's bed
into the dark.
I am what's left of a dream I had, a secret that I did not hear quite right
Oh the endless roads, from where my feet stands
and there is a smile at the end of every one, but not for me
Because the rain knows my name, she knows where i'm living
and she told my nightmares, where I'm hiding, hiding
Down the willow's bed, Down the willow's bed
So I took one of them, the one that sang "my dear heart"
and I walked, and I crawled over the years,
To an empty space, an empty, empty space
And so I stopped to stare at the buildings where they were advertising your absence,
my dear heart, my dear heart
see this girl, she could tell a lie better than me, better than me
Because the rain knows my name, she knows where I'm living
and she told my nightmares, that I'm bleeding, bleeding
Down the willow's bed, Down the willow's bed
Down the willow's bed, Down the willow's bed
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