(Fotos belíssimas de Andrea Laybauer, Incubus em SP.)You & i are like oil & water
& we've been trying, trying, trying
Ohhhhh, to mix it up.
We've been dancing on a volcano
& we've been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened souls.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather.
I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
But i've been dying, dying, dying
Ohhh, ohhh, oh to let them go.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
We were trying to believe everything would get better.
We been lying to each other
Hey! babe! let's just call it, call it, call it
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, what it is!
Oil & water!
& we've been trying, trying, trying
Ohhhhh, to mix it up.
We've been dancing on a volcano
& we've been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened souls.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather.
I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
But i've been dying, dying, dying
Ohhh, ohhh, oh to let them go.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather.
Babe, this wouldn't be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
We were trying to believe everything would get better.
We been lying to each other
Hey! babe! let's just call it, call it, call it
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, what it is!
Oil & water!
2 comentários:
Mila, missing you (so much),
we're like oil and water, we haven't being the same. You, minha Toinha. And I, seu Toinho.
Beijo bem quentinho de saudades, agora em autêntico tupi!
Toinho, nós podemos até ser como água e óleo, mas te amo, apenas isso, independente de qualquer coisa ou situação. Beijuu
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