As Palavras
Vanessa da Mata
The Words
The words come out almost unintentionally
They pray for both of us
Take care of what you're going to say
They are within my eyes
My mouth, my shoulders
If you want to listen
It's easy to understand
Don't hit me
Don't surround me
Give me absolution
Shine where there's devolution
Choose the verses to be my good
And not my bad
Rehabilitate my heart
I tried
I tore your soul and put it in the fire
I didn't blow, I didn't resist
The holes I dug
I didn't want to revisit
But their bitterness rubbed off on me
Didn't give me the right to live in peace
I'm here to ask for your forgiveness
Don't hit me
Don't surround me
Give me absolution
Shine where there's devolution
Choose the verses to be my good
And not my bad
Rehabilitate my heart
The words escape
If you let them
The impact is too great
Entire cities are born from there
They violate, drive mad, or make me sleep
They sicken, heal, or set limits
Go gently on what you're going to say
Don't hit me
Don't surround me
Give me absolution
Shine where there's devolution
Choose the verses to be my good
And not my bad
Rehabilitate my heart
