Furta-Cor (part. Xenia França)

Tell me
Where and how to go
My place here
And how I am

I don't know
Anymore what I am and who
I envisioned being
Or equaling

I feel so bad
Everything I suffer to be
I feel so chaotic
Everything I try to be

Color thief
The light swirls
It swallows me
Color thief
The light swirls
It swallows me

Lingers in me
All the harshness of the end
The uncertainty
To follow or not

It hurts to know
Something that no one else
Seems to understand
About you

I feel so bad (bad)
Everything I suffer to be
I feel so chaotic (chaotic)
Everything I try to be

Color thief
The light swirls
It swallows me
Color thief
The light swirls
It swallows me

Color thief (I am a mirage)
The light swirls (what's left of me)
It swallows me (sand of the sea)
Color thief (I am a mirage)
The light swirls (what's left of me)
It swallows me (sand of the sea)