Mensagens Secretas

Tinha um amigo que escrevia bilhetes com mensagens importantes, lições de vida, gritos de "força" e coragem; depois, guardava tudo em bolsos de casacos, cadernos e gavetas, na esperança vã de em situações de necessidade - e mera casualidade -encontrar uma palavra de apoio, uma mensagem. Por vezes notas de 20 euros perdidas em bolsos causam a mesma euforia, mas não é a mesma coisa. Os livros riscados são para mim essas mensagens dispersas em bolsos

She's lost control again...

Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She's lost control.
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by,
She's lost control.
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And said I've lost control again,
And of a voice that told her when and where to act,
She said I've lost control again.

And she turned around and took me by the hand
And said I've lost control again.
And how I'll never know just why or understand
She said I've lost control again.
And she screamed out kicking on her side
And said I've lost control again.
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die.
She said I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.


Well I had to phone her friend to state my case,
And say she's lost control again.
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,
And said I've lost control again.
But she expressed herself in many different ways,
Until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
And laughed I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.


I could live a little better with the myths and the lies,
When the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried.
I could live a little in a wider line,
When the change is gone, when the urge is gone,
To lose control. When here we come.

Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim...