Nunca se sentiram perdidos, com a sensação de que estão impotentes à espera que alguma coisa aconteça? Os meus sonhos andam assim. E Suzanne sabe como explicá-lo.
oh mom
the dreams are not so bad
it's just that there's so much to do
and I'm tired of sleeping
oh mom
the old man is telling me something
his eyes are wide and his mouth is thin
and I just can't hear what he's saying
oh mom
I wonder when I'll be waking
it's just that there's so much to do
and I'm tired of sleeping
oh mom
the kids are playing in pennies
they're up to their knees in money
and the dirt of the churchyard steps
oh mom
that man he ripped out his lining
tore out a piece of his body
to show us his clean quilted heart
oh mom
I wonder when I'll be waking
it's just that there's so much to do
and I'm tired of sleeping
oh mom
the bird on the string is hanging
her bones are twisting and dancing
she's fighting for her small life
oh mom
I wonder when I'll be waking
it's just that there's so much to do
and I'm tired of sleeping.
- Suzanne Vega, "Tired of Sleeping" (in "Days of Open Hand", A&M 1990)
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