Se lhe perguntassem porque sorria, não saberia explicar!
Talvez a nostalgia que sentisse fosse o motor para sonhar...
Talvez a chuva lhe tivesse limpado a alma...

Talvez... Talvez...

Sorria porque lhe apetecia...
Sorria porque a vida fazia sentido...
Sorria porque Deus estava a seu lado...
Sorria porque se sentia acompanhado...
Sorria porque simplesmente lhe apetecia...

Sorria... Sorria... e sentia a alma leve...

"It's a Motherfucker
Being here without you
thinking 'bout the good times
thinkin 'bout the bad
And I won't ever be the same

It's a Motherfucker
Getting through a Sunday
Talking to the walls just me again
But I won't ever be the same
I won't ever be the same

It's a Motherfucker
How much I understand
The feeling that you need someone
To take you by the hand
And you won't ever be the same
You won't ever be the same"
(Eels)