O Sal da Língua

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Estado d’Alma #21

There’s a quiet place in my city mind
I drift out there from time to time
Like when I don’t know how
And when I don’t know when

There’s a quiet room
But I can’t sleep
There’s a dark spooky fog coming in from the street
And when I gasp for air
I stray away to where
There’s a soothing void for me to share

Wounded soldiers
Hurry around my yeard
O but the only place in the world
Where my senses sleep
And my soul leaps
Into solid control

I heared a man went mad
When he checked under his hat
For the piece of mind that he never had
And when he found the space
They call the quiet place
He decided to stay
And since that very day

There are wounded soldiers
That hurry around his yard
O but the only place in the world
Where my senses sleep
And my soul leaps
Into solid control

I stop I do not return
I try not to become frightened of the light

It’s like an aspirin for blues
Like an umbrella for dark moods

And when this peace is all mine
And when I stand still in time
Oh baby baby I love it when
that happens to me
And when this peace is all mine
And when I stop and look behind
Girl if I would loose you would I cry?

The Quiet Place In My City Mind, Zita Swoon (2001)

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