It doesn't really beat the same
I still don't understand the real meaning of love
But maybe this is how it ends
Sometimes I have this pain inside my ribs
I feel I'm going backwards
But how if I still can feel your lips
And listen to your last words
What else to see?
How pretty life can be?
Did I lose the bus?
Why did I give my keys?
If I had a chance to go back in time
I would do everything again
And not because was perfect
Just because felt right
This is the life that run inside my veins
If every excess becomes a vice
We'll take the risk and ask for more
Or shouldn't this be just that good advice
We take the lesson and let go
What else to say?
I think I know the way
How good it can be?
Eating apple and drinking tea