Here comes the freak

And the morning comes so lazy
the breeze is lost between my fingers ,
The hours seem relaxed
and the coffee is still hot .

At Radio Cidade plays Creep
and the hoarse voice of Thom Yorke
let my neurons frozen
or will the morning was cold ?

And i think I'm a freak
Let my soul a little weird ,
What the hell am I doing here ?
Will this is my place ?

Coffee cries , the tears fall
a sneaky reminder 2 seconds of solitude
The lack of love is completed in cafe
My footsteps loses the passers of Sé Square...

And I'm wanting to understand
Where is my faith ?
She is leaving again
this fleeing
She goes, goes ...

No, not lose it for nothing
The eyes fall in tears
by tear gas pumps gas
launched by the Heads of Radio,
It was the Radio Cidade
I was in the City .

And when Thom Yorke left
all get more modern,
Billy Joel brought the girl from the South Zone
I turned off the TV and went to work ... !

#GONE