We're substitute people, remember? An history with expiration date You are not the one to blame It's not a choice to believe in fate And I feel what everyone could see The end is now really clear to me I will come back to her And you'll run back to him We were the perfect people, remember? Not

Eu passo um dia inteiro tentando me equilibrar nessa escada bamba de madeira. Outro dia, contemplando a vista por sobre as nuvens. E aí tu chega na voadora na porra da escada.