Queima Minha Pele (part. Tim Bernardes)

Baby, you’re like the Sun
You light up my day, but you burn my skin
Baby, you’re like the Sun
You light up my day, but you burn my skin
Burn my skin (because)
Burn my skin
Burn my skin (because)
Burn my skin
Burn my skin (because)
Burn my skin
Burn my skin
You light up my day, but
You light up my day, but you burn my skin
You light up my day, but you burn my skin

Mouth open and the urge to moan
Your body has lines I wish I had written
I wanted to let go of your body, but it’s so damn beautiful
Bite my skin to stifle your loudest scream
And I think of chords, in silence
So you don’t wake up
Our love was everything, I hope you remember
Bookstores, fancy cafes, expensive sneakers, all the gear
Our dreams, the same toasts
The same fights, the same toasts
Bookstores, fancy cafes, expensive sneakers, all the gear
Our dreams, the same toasts
The same fights, the same toasts
I’m not the man you dreamed of
Girl, I want to be the man you dreamed of
I’m not the man you dreamed of
But I wanted to be the man you dreamed of
I swallowed my pride to say: Come back to me
Even knowing you hurt me so bad
So bad, so bad

Capturing silence is so hard
Capturing my fear is so hard
Capturing insecurity is so hard
I disguise it all with cigarettes, beer, and a smile

Capturing silence is so hard
Capturing my fear is so hard
Capturing insecurity is so hard
I disguise it all with cigarettes, beer, and a smile

Our problem has always been intensity
Our problem has always been intensity
Our problem has always been intensity
You know it’s true, intensity

Burn my skin, burn my skin
Burn my skin, burn, burn my skin
Light up my day more
Not anymore
Light up my day more
Not anymore
Light up my day more
Not anymore
Light up my day more
Not anymore