Words are not enough
Estigma este que me acompanha Que me marca e que me arranha O de ter riscos em mim feitos de palavras Que nem sempre chegam ao significado do que quero significar De ficar a meio do caminho na estrada Mas saber o caminho de olhos fechados De querer mostrar e saber que nunca lá chego Pintar com as mãos cerradas e o corpo em tumulto Porque é sempre menos de metade Mas uma metade cheia.
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Words are not enough, my dear Words will never be enough, sweet one You’ll have to taste You’ll have to breathe my breath You’ll have to feel my touch of hand You’ll have to lick my skin You’ll have to take a look inside and take what’s left You’ll have to sleep my slumber You’ll have to wake my days
Hand in hand I’ll take you, eyes closed To the same places I’ve been to countless times And to new places I’ve never been to You’ll have to endure the metamorphosis into ME You’ll have to swallow the same, find a new name Rename our cocoon and probably name it US And when we’re sweetly removed from the surrounding portion Only then will you touch the way I touch To feel the way I feel
And only then will the few words for endless things
stop
scratch-ing
my
skin.
