Bagunça

The floor of your room, clothes all over, your pillow
The scratched ceiling, the broken bed, the scent of you
No one dared to step in, I was the first
To enter your home, your mess, your heart

Your dreamcatcher, your guitar, a dark painting
A hammock on the wall, and shards of glass on the fence
I fell in love with every corner of your world
And here I lived, planted my laughter in your yard
Made your way my own

Every morning I’ll dance in the field of your kiss
And in your sheets, I’ll drown all my desire
It’s just that I’m enchanted by the way you’re all disheveled
Your chaos is beautiful, I’m being honest: I love your mess

Your samba records piled up on a little table
Your striped cat, a torn rug on the kitchen floor
No need to hide it, I won’t even notice
I know well the comfort that chaos can bring
I have one inside my chest