Qual o meu reflexo? Reconhece-lo?

Onde foi a força que me vincava?...a vontade que me guiava?

A convicção que mandei embora, deixei escapar e não persegui?

Perdi-lhe o rasto e quero-as de volta...

Falta-me o gesto, a satisfação, o preencher de um vazio que não vaza...

Acolhe agora, n deixes escorregar, foi-se mesmo por entre as linhas

...Nem a frase sai autêntica

what's wrong...?

I try not to think about the distance of the setting sun
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the saints and sinners, who have morefun?
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the evil empires and stupid fools
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the regulations and the rules
I try not to think about the rain

Oh oh oh
What's wrong with me?

I try not to think about the money, the mortgage on my home
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the voice mails, e-mails, angry femaleson the phone
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the job and all responsibilities
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about my TV, BBC or MTV
I try not to think about the rain

Oh oh oh
What's wrong with me?
Oh oh oh oh
What's wrong with me?

I try not to think about the planets when they line up wrong
I try not to think about the rain
I try not to think about the future or the future, so on and soon
I try not to think about the rain

Oh oh oh
What's wrong with me?
Oh oh oh oh
What's wrong with me?

skye