Tudo Bem

I no longer have fingers to count
How many cliffs have I fallen from?
And how many stones did they throw at me?
Or how many I shot
So many barbs, so many lies
So much lack of things to say
It's not always so easy to live

Today I can't remember anymore
How many windows have I thrown myself out of?
And how much trail of misunderstanding have I already left?
Both good and bad reasons
So many times disappointment
Life is almost never a balloon

But your love heals me
Of some madness
It's leaning against your chest
And if that's a defect, that's fine with me

I no longer have fingers to count
How many cliffs have I fallen from?
And how many stones did they throw at me?
Or how many I shot
So many barbs, so many lies
So much lack of things to say
It's not always so easy to live

But your love heals me
Of some madness
It's leaning against your chest
And if that's a defect, that's fine with me
Alright, alright

But your love heals me
Of some madness
It's leaning against your chest
And if that's a defect, that's fine with me
Alright, alright