Composição: Reginaldo Lincoln
Get on the turkish line
You've never written a diamond under my door
I'm through this door
Sometimes it closes my eyes
Sometimes it comes on time
Some lies were hidden
The sun shines in the son's heart
Then flows the hat, then grows the red carpet
I wasn't ready to be loved
by you
Almost a year ago, dreamin' alive
Pushing those pills around
I was dead, I was dead
Climbing that road
My grave is there
My eyes are swamp again
Wasn't ready to be loved
by you.
by Lyla.
Get on the turkish line
You've never written a diamond under my door
I'm through this door
Sometimes it closes my eyes
Sometimes it comes on time
Some lies were hidden
The sun shines in the son's heart
Then flows the hat, then grows the red carpet
I wasn't ready to be loved
by you
Almost a year ago, dreamin' alive
Pushing those pills around
I was dead, I was dead
Climbing that road
My grave is there
My eyes are swamp again
Wasn't ready to be loved
by you.
by Lyla.