Ordinary, ordinary life

Era todo o dia aquele caminho. Aquela calçada suja, aquele cheiro, aqueles prédios com uma feiúra dolorosa. O vento despenteava seus cabelos todo o dia enquanto, com pressa, ela atravessava a avenida principal, já não tinha mais graça. Nada tinha mais graça. Os carros passavam tão vagarosamente quanto a espera. A espera pelo que, ela não sabia.

Talvez fosse a espera pelo sorriso certo buscá-la depois de um longo dia de trabalho. Ou, o caminho mais bonito, que a levasse para um lugar onde ela pudesse esquecer-se de tudo e mergulhar nos seus próprios interesses.

Enquanto esperava o sinal de pedestres ficar verde, fechava os olhos e imaginava um campo, vazio. Um colo, uma toalha xadrez… talvez um violão para cantarolarem juntos no fim da tarde, no pôr-do-sol.

Her name was written on a photograph
Right next to her red sunburned face
It all had happened in that long tall grass
About a mile from her old place
I can’t remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun

We said that we were going to study hard
We held our books instead of hands
She held a blanket over cans of beer
I can’t deny I was so full of fear
It’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found
And it’s seems like another person lived that life
a great many years ago from now

CHORUS
//: When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed at the time ://

And there’s the first time tried that stuff
I think I look a little green
I remember throwing up behind a bush
And I found it hard to use my feet
And who was that easily laid little boy who’s really off his head

It was the same night that I kissed that girl
The tall one with the auburn hair
I remember laughing ’cause to kiss me
She had to sit down on a chair
And she tasted like the schnapps she’d drunken
and the cigarettes she’d stolen from her mum
And it’s just another story caught up in another photograph I found

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