Tardes De Verão Songtext
von Ed Motta

This could be the very minute
I′m aware I'm alive
All these places feel like home

With a name I′ve never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of twenty-five

This is the straw, final straw
In the
Roof of my mouth as I lie
To you
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn′t
Enjoy it at the time


You′re the only thing that I love
Scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I′m lost for words

What have I done?
It's too late for that
What have I become?
Truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake
Starts the hardest time
I promise I′ll do
Anything you ask
This time