As vezes a gente passa a vida procurando algo impossível, ou se frustra por não ser alguém extraordinariamente importante, um super-herói.
I’ve been reading books of old
The legends and the myths
Achilles and his gold
Hercules and his gifts
Spiderman’s control
And batman with his fists
And clearly I don’t see myself upon that list
I’ve been reading books of old
The legends and the myths
The testaments they told
The moon and its eclipse
And superman unrolls
A suit before he lifts
But I’m not the kind of person
That it fits
Mas aí acha a pessoa certa e ela diz:
She said: where’d you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss
She said: where’d you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can miss
