The little things of life

Maybe is to late
To us try to forget
or take another way

Baby, I know you
And all the things
That we have done

Late at night
Walking down the streets,
Cigarrets all the time

So take your time and think
The problems that life brings
Always start with the small things
Can you see?

Words can't explain anymore
the feelings that we had before

Baby I know you
And all the things
That we have done

So take your time and think
The problems that life brings
Always start with the small things
Can you see?

Maybe it's too late
But we can try to restart
Or keep going in our own way

Never the same

'Cause we know,
From me, coming from you,
friend is a four letters word.

Bêbado

Como é que é
Ser encontrado
Jogado, desmaiado
O orgulho dilacerado,
Espalhado pelo chão?

Me mostre a conclusão
Escreve o meu final
Me mostre a direção
Me dê algum sinal
Pois tem que haver
Alguma redenção
Meu pobre coração
Que se nega a pulsar