Every time I think of you. I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue. Its no problem of mine but its a problem I find. Living a life that I cant leave behind. Theres no sense in telling me. The wisdom of a fool wont set you free. But thats the way that it goes. And its what nobody knows. And every day my confusion grows. Every time I see you falling. I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment. Youll say the words that I cant say. I feel fine and I feel good. I feel like I never should. Whenever I get this way I just don't know what to say. Why cant we be ourselves like we were yesterday. I'm not sure what this could mean. I don't think youre what you seem. I do admit to myself. That if I hurt someone else. Then wed never see just what were meant to be. Every time I see you falling. I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment. Youll say the words that I cant say. BY CASTELAR & NATALIA LOPES