CARA O CRUZ

There's a way to find me in you
To leave this damn game of heads or tails
So you can hear what I have to say
Maybe it's good to be in low light

They're talking shit about me, with you
But it's all good, babe
You can't avoid it

And here we are at the end, both fucked
Lost at sea, babe
Our ship is sinking

You use my place like a hotel room
And the worst part is you leave roses on the tablecloth
A little lying note with your signature at the end of the paper
Of the paper

And a while ago you
Saw how it was
Not even the footprints left by my feet
Where I knew how to walk without knowing what to do
Give me one last shot