E ao adormecer...

A música ouvi-a em outras tantas madrugadas! a letra - essa - procurei-a, por dizer tanto... por ser tão certeira...

"One night to be confused, one night to speed up truth! We had a promise made, four hands and then away. Both under influense, we had devine scent to know what to say. Mind is a razorblade...

To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.

One night of magic rush. The start a simple touch. One night to push and scream, and then releaf. Ten days of perfect tunes...the colors red and blue! We had a promise made, we were in love...

To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.
To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough...

And you, you knew the hands of the devil...
And you kept us awake with wolf teeths, sharing different heartbeats! In one night to call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.
To call for hands of above. To lean on. Wouldn't be good enough for me, NO!"
(Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales)