Astair

Astair your glare is killing me

Astair in skies of blue

The signs you wear are making me

So confused

But the mountains and the trees

Are they just what you need

Or are they less than what

You'd expect to see

And if you're leaving well come

Give me reason why I let you down

Before you turn around now now

Before you turn around

Astair you're there and I'm still here

I swear I'm so confused

The signs you wear are making me

Feel like I'm the one to lose

But the canyons and the seas

Are they just what you need

Or are they less than what

You'd expect to see

And if you're leaving well come

Give me reason why I let you down

Before you turn around now, now

Before you turn around

But the mountains and the trees

Are they what you perceive

Or are they less than what

You'd expect to see

And if you're leaving well come

Give me reason why I let you down

Before you turn around now, now

Before you turn around

Matt Costa

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O quentinho do sol na cara, sentada na varanda
A manteiga a derreter na torrada
Um capuccino com natas em vez da espuma nhanhosa
Canudos que me aparecem no cabelo sem fazer por isso
Ovos escalfados com ervilhas
Perneiras às riscas
O cheirinho a lareira na rua numa noite fria
Sapatos com forro fofinho roxo e malas com interior às cores
Um beijinho de boa-noite quando já estou deitada na cama
Sabonetes de menta
"Banana parties"
Botas novas e super giras
Aquela foto que só de olhar para ela, faz lembrar tudo o que foi
Uma mensagem inesperada e um encontro de acaso
Um sorriso e um miminho quando é preciso e até quando não é
Não preciso de assim tanto para ficar feliz...