Open

Hoje uma certa música me perseguiu (mentalmente) a manhã toda. Depois, com os afazeres cotidianos, até consegui esquecê-la, mas, agora à noite, ela volta a ecoar em mente, bem como traz lembranças e sensações há muito perdidas - e/ou reencontradas... É... Acho que alguns infinitos são mesmo maiores do que outros...

Trechos da canção:

"Falling through pages of Martens on angels

Feeling my heart pull west

I saw the future dressed as a stranger

Love in a space-dye vest

Love is an act of blood and I'm bleeding

A pool in the shape of a heart

Beauty projection in the reflection

Always the worst way to start

[...]

Now that you're gone I'm trying to take it

Learning to swallow the rage

Found a new girl I think we can make it

As long as she stays on the page

This is not how I want it to end

And I'll never be open again

[...]

There's no one to take my blame

If they wanted to

There's nothing to keep me sane

And it's all the same to you

There's nowhere to set my aim

So I'm everywhere

Never come near me again

Do you really think I need you?

I'll never be open again

I could never be open again

I'll never be open again

I could never be open again

And I'll smile and I'll learn to pretend

And I'll never be open again

And I'll have no more dreams to defend

And I'll never be open again..."