quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009

The secret breeze

Those shiny crystal eyes
they magnify my life
Like a daydreamer in love
I started to see you above
Do you feel the gentle breeze
flowing through that cave?
How can you shake my ground
making inside me fuzzy waves?

Those shiny, crystal eyes of yours
give me light, give me hope
all that things that we wrote
We had few nights, but it's ok
the way we are no one can be;
'cause (although short)
a secret is a secret when is not.

Um obrigado ao amigo Daniel, por uma observação importante.