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A Calendar Without A Date

Cláudio Fontenelle

The light is leaning on the wall
Shadows that never seem to fall
Counting every glass we break
In every breath we choose to take

My silence is a heavy sea
Keeping you away from me
I'm a room with a locked up door
Walking on a secret floor

The words are blooming in the dark
Hiding every sudden spark
I'm a dance no one can see
Silence is my history

Silence is my history
I watch the way you hold your keys
Thinking of a thousand things
Calendar without a date

Heart that's learned the art of wait
The air is thin and getting cold
Stories that remain untold
Hey, I'm a room with a locked up door

Walking on a secret floor
The words are blooming in the dark
The words are blooming in the dark
Keeping every hidden spark

Shine a dance no one can see
Silence is my history
The waves are breaking in my chest
Hate shore where I can never rest

One word could change the afternoon
But it's a song I won't play soon
Hits a song I won't play soon
Hey, I'm a room with a locked up door

Walking on a secret floor
The words are blooming in the dark
Keeping every hidden spark
I'm a dance no one can see

Silence is my history
Silence is my history
Silence is my history

Escrita por: Claudio Fontenelle