Ed Motta - The Man from the Oldest Building lyrics

If I could love The music in the air If I could go Just dancing everywhere If I was the one Who fights to live With never care And in green parks I'd run until I'm light And in pictures I'd be the best upright And in every street Someone was there To hold me tight But I never go (I don't even try to) Where the others go (I don't even cry for) And the taste I find No one else will find No one is there When I climb the stairs And no one ever Is watching my movies The movies I live in No one on the sidewalk The side that I step on Nobody will order My sweet pies And so For this helluva drink I'm alone With me, me And I go home To meet my newest chair And I whistle Like something's in the air Then the elevator doors unfold And there was you All around you Is smelling something new All about you Is shining into view When I turned the lights And shut the door Then there was you See my furniture (Try my dusty pillows) See my window view (That's a bat who dances) These are my old stamps I collect these things But I forgot To introduce myself I'm just the guy From the oldest of buildings The emptiest party The strangest of clothing The top of the listings Of no matches ever But still burning deep To be tempted to learn so Oh, please won't you sit