Isto da vida, minha amiga, é mesmo como o bingo

Fistful of Love

I was lying in my bed last night staring

At a ceiling full of stars

When it suddenly hit me

I just have to let you know how I feel

We live together in a photograph of time

I look into your eyes

And the seas open up to me

I tell you I love you

And I always will

And I know you can't tell me

So I'm left to pick up

The hints, the little symbols of your devotion

And I feel your fists

And I know it's out of love

And I feel the whip

And I know it's out of love

And I feel your burning eyes burning holes

Straight through my heart

It's out of love

I accept and I collect upon my body

The memories of your devotion

I accept and I collect upon by body

The memories of your devotion

And I feel your fists

And I know it's out of love