Lyrics

Back to when I was 15
I fantasized that I'd meet
Someone to see through my iris
Sheets prooved it wasn't so likely
Red lipstick, sharp-witted, dirty talk
Straight out of a Fitzgerald novel
I couldn't stop my eyes blinking photos
I gotta tell that you, man
All is not lost
I wouldn't mind
If burned me slow
'Til I'm gone
'Til I turn
Into bones
I didn't lie
When I called you gold
'Cause you're art
And I'd love to solve you
At this torrential crossroad
You're a yellow light I'll reach for
I wouldn't mind
If burned me slow
'Til I'm gone
'Til I turn
Into bones
I didn't lie
When I called you gold
'Cause you're art
And I'd love to solve you
Written by: Felipe Buarque Vieira e Silva
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