confusion in her eyes that says it all

she's lost control

and she's clinging to the nearest passer by

she's lost control

she's lost control again

she's lost control

she's lost control again

she's lost control

i've lost control

she's lost control again

she's lost control

she's lost control again

she's lost control

i could live a little better with the myths and the lies
when the darkness broke in, i just broke down and cried

i could live a little in a wider line

when the change is gone, when the urge is gone

to lose control when here we come.

this is not a love song

- Tua felicidade não tá no Rio de Janeiro.
- Por quê?
- Porque tua felicidade não tá em lugar nenhum.

Je l'aime toujours quand vous parlez français

come-se pouco,
ama-se muito
e bebe-se mais.


(Pardonnez-moi de vous voler, vous manquez. Et je ne parle pas français.)