Fistful of love

A minha Amiga Braba, apresentou-me Antony and the Johnsons, tempos atrás...
That's our kind of music, pensei...
Gosto de surpresas musicais e ela surpreende-me bastas vezes com o seu gosto inusitado...
Ainda não sei se vai ser em Lisboa ou no Porto, sei que vou lá estar com ela, pelo menos em pensamento...
Força, Amiga!
Não te resignes nunca!

I was lying in my bed last night
Staring at a ceiling full of stars
When it suddenly hit me
I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time
I look into your eyes
And the seas open up to me
I tell you I love you
And I always will

And I know that you can't tell me
And I know that you can't tell me

So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion
So I'm left to pick up
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love
It's out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I accept and I collect upon my body
The memories of your devotion

I feel your fists
And I know it's out of love
And I feel the whip
And I know it's out of love
I feel your burning eyes burning holes
Straight through my heart

It's out of love
It's out of love...


Antony and the Johnsons