Mindweaver
"hello,
Oh, hi!
How are you?
Mm, i'm fine.
What's up?
Umm-umm, no, no, it's alright.
Er, yeah, go ahead, i'm listening.
Umm-umm, hah-hah, yeah, umm...
Umm-umm,
Umm-umm."
He was a mindweaver, always on the phone,
Telling me all sorts of hurt of his own.
Although his voice was sweet to me,
I wondered if we could ever be.
He was a mindbeater, always on the phone,
Telling me all sorts of what i did wrong.
Although his voice was sweet to me,
I wondered if we could ever be.
He was a mindbender, always on the phone,
Telling me all sorts of dreams he has sewn.
Although his voice was sweet to me,
I wondered if we could ever be.
Tece-Mentes
“olá,
Oh, oi!
Como você está?
Mm, tô bem.
E aí?
Umm-umm, não, não, tá tranquilo.
Er, é, pode falar, tô ouvindo.
Umm-umm, hah-hah, é, umm...
Umm-umm,
Umm-umm.”
Ele era um tece-mentes, sempre no telefone,
Me contando todo tipo de dor que ele tem.
Embora a voz dele fosse doce pra mim,
Eu me perguntava se a gente poderia ser.
Ele era um bate-mente, sempre no telefone,
Me contando todo tipo de erro que cometi.
Embora a voz dele fosse doce pra mim,
Eu me perguntava se a gente poderia ser.
Ele era um dobra-mentes, sempre no telefone,
Me contando todo tipo de sonho que ele costurou.
Embora a voz dele fosse doce pra mim,
Eu me perguntava se a gente poderia ser.