Tudo Bem

I can't count on my fingers
How many times I’ve fallen down
And how many stones were thrown at me or how many I threw

So much pain, so many lies
So much lack of words to say
It’s not always so easy to live

Today I can’t remember
How many windows I’ve jumped through
And how much misunderstanding I’ve left behind

So many good and bad reasons
So many times disappointment
Almost never is life a balloon

But your love heals me
From any kind of madness
Just leaning on your chest
And if that’s a flaw, that’s all good, all good

I can't count on my fingers
How many windows I’ve jumped through
And how much misunderstanding I’ve left behind

So many good and bad reasons
So many times disappointment, and almost
Almost never is life a balloon

But your love heals me
From any kind of madness
Just leaning on your chest
And if that’s a flaw, that’s all good, all good