A Voz
Gilsons
The Voice
The voice that doesn't speak
But gives presence to the silence
Tells me what hides
Behind what I think
The voice that doesn't speak
But gives presence to the silence
Tells me what hides
Behind what I think
And it turned my head
And it turned my head
And now that I live on the opposite side of myself
I remember and see that so little is left
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
And now that I live on the opposite side of myself
I remember and see that so little is left
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
And now that I live on the opposite side of myself
I remember and see that so little is left
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
Of what I thought to be
Of what I thought
