Did the world get a little bit colder
Not wiser just a little bit older
So slow that we’re bound to fall over, oh

Did the heart grow a little bit harder
Too much, too late, too far, too gone

But wasn’t it kind of wonderful
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, baby
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, baby
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, wonderful

You can trip, flick a switch like a thief
Break the circuit between us
But electricity lingers
In our fingers

Oh you can burn every fuse and refuse
Turn your positive minus
Electricity lingers
In our fingers

From here there’s nothing but horizon
Near dawn, I’m searching for the sunrise
Remember when you put the stars into my eyes, oh

Wasn’t it kind of wonderful
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, baby
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, wonderful

You can trip, flick a switch like a thief
Break the circuit between us
But electricity lingers
In our fingers

Oh you can burn every fuse and refuse
Turn your positive minus
Electricity lingers
In our fingers

Wasn’t it kind of wonderful
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, baby
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, wonderful

Wasn’t it kind of wonderful
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, baby
Wasn’t it kind of wonderful, wonderful

João Por baixo, de lado, por cima

O João é Geógrafo físico e produtor de metano. Para além da geografia e da escrita, interessa-se também por fotografia, cinema e bolos da pastelaria do Manuel Natário em Viana do Castelo. E por mulheres, também. Não necessariamente por esta ordem, e nem sempre em separado. É um palhaço, não raras vezes um idiota, e até mesmo um cabrão, segundo opiniões conhecidas.

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