sábado, 25 de outubro de 2008

A Question of Time

Foi
uma questão de tempo, o regresso à casa de partida...
É
uma questão de tempo, ver determinadas razões enumeradas, embora deduza a maior parte delas...
Será
uma questão de tempo, o regresso à normalidade, da maneira possível...

E o tempo não podia ter parado ontem, antes do meu Amigo Porthos receber a notícia que recebeu?
Força, Amigo!
Não merecias esta partida do destino, mas vocês vão superar isso!

T+1

I've got to get to you first
Before they do
It's just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
I've got to get to you first
It's just a question of time

Well now you're only fifteen
And you look good
I'll take you under my wing
Somebody should
They've persuasive ways
And you'll believe what they say
It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long until you'll do
Exactly what they want you to

I can see them now
Hanging around
To mess you up
To strip you down
And have their fun
With my little one

It's just a question of time
It's running out for you
It won't be long until you'll do
Exactly what they want you to

Sometimes I don't blame them
For wanting you
You look good
And they need something to do
Until I look at you
And then I condemn them
I know my kind
What goes on in our minds

It's just a question of time
It should be better
It's just a question of time
It should be better with you
It's just a question of time


Depeche Mode

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Não sei se gostavas, Porthos, que eu fosse o Aramis ou o Athos. Mas gostava de ser a tua guarda avançada no norte.

PSousa disse...

Para o Porthos, não sei.
Mas, Aramis (não podias ser outro), todos te temos como a guarda avançada no Norte...