Ana Carolina

It's sorrow
I’d better warn you beforehand
If I meet you out there
I’ve got three stones in my hand
I was just looking for distance
from the distance between us
So I wandered around
in a search for the wrong way

I ended up here on your street
Wondering which window was yours
I remembered that each one of us was
supposed to get on with their lives
But the point was that even my loneliness
was doing so

I threw a stone at your window
And right away I regretted on having done that
It was the fear of hitting you
But it was supposed to hit you
and I’d almost forgotten about it

I threw another stone at your window
But this one made no noise at all
Didn’t shatter, didn’t crack, didn’t do anything
And I thought,
“maybe you’ve forgotten about me…”

I just couldn’t manage to hit your heart
Because now the target was myself,
after all the much I had suffered
And now no more stones were necessary
My rage could almost get through
the thickness of your window glass

Yeah… it's sorrow
Salty water is what I cry
If a breeze blows, there comes a seaquake
If I run away, it’s just not me
Water never climbs back the faucet
And I am going now
Goodbye…