Há uma parte...

Chama Imensa. Liverpool, November 2009.

... da minha cabeça que eu não controlo.

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Carbon


Tori Amos



Carbon made

Found her at the end of a chain

"Time to race", she said,

"race the downhill."

Behind crystaline irises

Loons can dive

Where the world bleeds white



Just keep your eyes on her

Keep, don't look away

Keep your eyes on her horizon



Bear Claw, Free Fall

A Gunner's View

Black and blue

Shred in ribbons of lithium

Blow by blow

Her mind cut in sheets

Layers deep

Now unravelling



Just keep your eyes on her

Keep, don't look away

Keep your eyes on her horizon



Get me Neil on the line

No, I can't hold

Have him read

"Snow Glass Apples"

Where nothing is what it seems

"Little sis, you must crack this."

He says to me

"You must go in again.

Carbon made

only wants to be unmade."

Blade to ice

It's double diamond time



And keep your eyes on her

Keep, don't look away

Keep your eyes on her horizon

On her eyes

On her horizon...