How may i find out what's on your chest I wonder and whisper the axis of this mess But don't fool around with any of my regrets I'm just saying yes, and asking: "What were your dreams at last?" But how far is this town from where we've met I wish we were crazy for breakfast in bed Hey girl, come down Make up, coffee or cigarretes And lips and sugar... Till when will you think i can deal with this? Maybe the answer was just spoke unsound I wish that our breakfast was all that is Deep down in my heart i can see you from here Hey girl, come down Make up, coffee or cigarretes And lips and sugar... Tudo que sobrar no tempo que nos restará Não é muito, mas é pouco mais do que já há Por que não deixa sangrar?