terça-feira, julho 04, 2006

Secret life


I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.


I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.

But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

(...)
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

Leonard Cohen, In my secret life