4 acessos
It's cold and it tastes sour
With papers all teared up
there's a lady laughing out loud
with a secret behind her eyes
Everything over, over again
Anything is so true (untrue) , under their hands
You know it´s not over, over again
Trying to uncover internal pains
In a moment everything changes
Every people hiding and then pretend
As footsteps are coming from the dark
with nothing to cover behind