Negro

Porque não há amor como o primeiro, porque hoje acordei com esta música, porque hoje vou comprar a reedição deste álbum que amo... e porque hoje faz-me tanto sentido. Black dos Pearl Jam.

Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head / I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning / How quick the sun can drop away / And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass / Of what was everything? / All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... / All the love gone bad turned my world to black / Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...Uh huh... uh huh... ooh... / I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why / Why, why can't it be, can't it be mine.