I need air in my lungs
When I wake up alone
Dreaming of such a thing
Reliable pain
Then I rest again
Fears of truths being doubts
Sorrow does bring me down
But as long as I cry
I'll be willing to try
Hoping to get by
But goes on, on and on
Goes on and on
Goes on and on
Goes on and on, Oh no
And every time that you ask
I will confess
That I'm fickle as the song
But you might just sing along
Hoping to get home
But goes on, on and on
Goes on and on
Goes on and on
Goes on and on, Oh no
Vai ver não é assim que eu te encontro
Não é assim que eu me encontro
No fim larga a mão do pranto