Proibi o meu coração de te enviar emails. Proibi. Pareceu não se importar, desafiou-me até, mostrando-me como se servia de outras formas para comunicar. O coração pode ser parvo, mas estúpido não é. Ainda há pouco tive de o deter, e por mais que me custasse, consegui suster a ânsia de te escrever. De te falar. De te sussurrar ao ouvido: quero-te. Proibi o coração de muita coisa. Só não o consigo proibir de te querer.

Bravely I look further than I see
Knowing things I know I cannot be, not now
I'm so aware of where I am, but I don't know where that is
And there's something right in front of me and I

Touch the fingers of my hand
And I wonder if it's me
Holding on and on to Theories of prosperity
Someone who can promise me
I believe in me

Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I'll be
Time has fooled me into thinking it's a part of me
Nothing in this room but empty space
No me, no world, no mind, no face

Touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it's me
Holding on and on to Love, what else is real
A religion that appeals to me, oh
I believe in me

Can you turn me off for just a second, please
Turn me into something faceless, weightless, mindless, homeless
Vacuum state of peace