wish I could turn back the clock
to what it is in Lisboa
its one hour behind, then im on time
always catching up,
but already there
Sao 8:05 da manha
now its already 7
I will let it fill me, then face the bile
i will let it consume me, then go into exile
they always welcome me back
how much longer until a horse in the wind
until a man in the ocean
until decisions on a whim
how much faster between sea and sail
between earth and rain
between blood and name
o tempo está nublado
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