You told us that. We were too young. Now that night's closing in. And in the half light. We run. Lock us up safe. And hide the key. But the night tears us loose. And in the half light. We're free. Strange how the half light. Can make a place new. You can't recognize me. And I can't recognize you. We run through the streets. That we know so well. And the houses hide so much. We're in the half light. None of us can tell. They hide the ocean in a shell. The ocean in a shell. Our heads are just houses. Without enough windows. They say you hear human voices. But they only echo. They only echo. They only echo. Only echo. (We are not listening we are on the streets). (We are not listening we are on the streets). . By Lilabrasileiro