Futurist - Nova Nova

Progessive thoughts in our cars In our futures, unlimited space Why not draw a tiny box? It is our coffin, a skeletons reprieve Attempting to regenerate a history we denigrate These are things, all the things, all the things we do With you, with you We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart All that we have learned, all that we are holding Is all burned up, it's all burned All that we have loved, all that we have broken In other words, other words, we do We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart Your missing part, your missing heart Dress me in the clothes of tomorrow Dress me up, dress me up, dress me up We have been in the dark for too long We don't see the broken part is our heart All the seeds that grow Are the ones you sowed

You have body You give soul You're a soul survivor It's so It's so clear I love long gone songs of olden You sing throughout the year It'll be like lovers For the rest of our lives I wont have to run around You wont have to think twice They'll take the walk We'll sage the world Sounds like October A futurist nose Our furious, curious, fantasist code Gimme your body Wont'cha give me your sweet soul Love when you take over I love when you take control It'll be like lovers For the rest of our lives I wont have to run around You wont have to think twice They'll take the walk We'll sage the world Sounds like October A futurist nose Our furious, curious, fantasist code There's a big... There's an adventurous God out there All these purple spheres Where the creature... It'll be like lovers For the rest of our lives No run around Think twice.twice They'll take the walk (We'll sage the world) We'll sage the world Sounds like October (We'll take) a futurist nose Our furious, curious, fantasist code Furious, curious, fantasist code (One more line) Our furious, curious, fantasist code Here... Hey... Not alone, not alone, not alone, not alone Not alone, not alone...

Tristeza não tem fim Felicidade sim A felicidade é como a pluma Que o vento vai levando pelo ar Voa tão leve, mas tem a vida breve Precisa que haja vento sem parar A felicidade do pobre parece A grande ilusão do carnaval A gente trabalha o ano inteiro Por um momento de sonho Pra fazer a fantasia De rei ou de pirata ou jardineira Pra tudo se acabar na quarta-feira Tristeza não tem fim Felicidade sim Tristeza não tem fim Felicidade sim A felicidade é como a gota De orvalho numa pétala de flor Brilha tranquila, depois de leve oscila E cai como uma lágrima de amor A felicidade é uma coisa louca Mas tão delicada também De flores e amores De todas as cores Tem ninhos de passarinhos Tudo isso é o que ela tem E é por ela ser assim tão delicada Que eu trato sempre dela muito bem Tristeza não tem fim Felicidade sim Tristeza não tem fim Felicidade sim