creo que es un blues

Is a new smoke, the car sounds so hard.
Am waiting for my train, in an abandoned rail.
Maybe today, when the sun comes out.
Maybe tomorrow with the moon at high
I'll find those lips to kiss
That soul to melt into

There're movies every night
The city cools at night
The broken clock
the frozen time
My hands in the guitar
they just feel the years anxiety

And I'll kill myself
before giving up my dreams
Or it will be imposible
to leave the fight
And you, baby
Oh, baby if your're real
Baby, you'll appear
Au naturel in a silver plate
before (for) me!

And I've got all possibilities with me
All the beings I can be inside of me
Inside of me now, all my powers
All my futures, they are in me now
so give up and dance!
So give up to the music, yeah!

(instrumental solo)

With no doubts running through thousand doors...
pretending to be searching for cosmic communion
living me free
sensual moves
panther eyes...
You'll have no chance!
... oh, oh, ooohhh..
Oh, will I ever learn!?
Oh God I hope I never learn!