eu amo o teu gravador de chamadas

Another rose wilts in East Harlem
And uptown downtown a thousand miles between us
She's waiting for the night to fall
Let it fall, I'll never make it in time

And I'll let it slide
I could wait all night
In a falling rain
I soaked in a lie

And why don't I
I could wait and find
And I'll write it slow
In a written reply

And why don't I
I could end that sigh
And I wanted to write
And fall to the a nigth

And I lied and told
or that I want it slow
or I can want it slow
And write it slow

Oh lie lie lie
Lala lie lie lie
Lala lie lie lie
Lala lie lie lie.
east harlem, beirut