Confissão #21

Poderíamos mesmo voltar ao início? Isso não seria puro e glorioso?

"Star Witness", Neko Case


My true love drowned
In a dirty old pan of oil
That did run from the block
Of a Falcon sedan 1969
The paper said '75
There were no survivors
None found alive

Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knee
There's glass in my thermos
And blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes
Of the 4th of July
Roll off in a crooked line
To the chain-link lots
Where the red-tails dive
Oh, how I'd forgot
What it's like

Hey, when she sings
When she sings
When she sings like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey, when she moves
When she moves
When she moves like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey, there there's such tender wolves
Round town tonight
Round the town tonight
Hey, there there's such tender wolves
Round town tonight
Round the town tonight

Hey, pretty baby, get high with me
We can go to my sister's
If you say we'll watch the baby
The look on your face
Yanks my neck on the chain
And I would do anything
(I would do anything)
To see you again
So I've fallen behind

Hey, when she sings
When she sings
When she sings like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey, when she moves
When she moves
When she moves like she runs
Moves like she runs
Hey, there there's such tender wolves
Round town tonight
Round the town tonight
Hey, there there's such tender wolves
Round town tonight
Round the town tonight

Go on, go on and scream and cry
You're miles from where anyone will find you
This is nothing new
No television crew
They don't even put on the siren
My nightgown sweeps the pavement
Please
Don't let him die
Oh how I forgot