O meu coração é um músculo involuntário

Maybe I'm better on my own
No one ever seems to understand me
It's easier for me to be alone
But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty

I've been all over the world
I've seen a million different places
But through the crowds and all the faces
I'm still out there looking for you.

Where are you now?

I write about the things I'll never know
And I can't find a moment just to slow down
It makes me think I'll never have the chance
To figure out what it's all about
So tell me what it's all about.
Or do I have to wait forever?

A nossa vida foi demasiado curta
O tempo é demasiado longo até ao renascer
Quem serei eu?
Onde estarás tu?
Haverá ainda amor?
Sou como a mulher do viajante no tempo... deixo a tua roupa dobrada debaixo da velha árvore até ao teu regresso