Para quem a vida não está a correr muito bem;
aqui vai uma maravilha,
uma pérola,
um albergue na caminhada do peregrino (essa é pra ti Bino...).
É tão estranho como certas songs feats you so well.
The Strokes - Heart in a Cage
Well I don't feel betterWhen I'm fucking aroundAnd I don't write betterWhen I'm stuck in the groundSo don't teach me a lessonCause I've already learnedYeah the sun will be shiningAnd my children will burnOh the heart beats in its cageI don't want what you wantI don't feel what you feelSee I'm stuck in a cityBut I belong in a fieldYeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, leftNow it's three in the morning and you're eating aloneOh the heart beats in its cageAll our friends, they're laughing at usAll of those you loved you mistrustHelp me I'm just not quite myselfLook around there's no one else leftI went to the concert and I fought through the crowdGuess I got too excited when I thought you were aroundOh he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, leftI'm sorry you were thinking; I would steal your fire.The heart beats in its cageYes the heart beats in its cageAlrightAnd the heart beats in its cage