Letra da Música: VI - Darwin

An autumn storm left eager sentences revolving.
Leaving echoes more than words.

A picture more than colours, or different shades of grey.
Behind the paper hides a memory.

It's not the sky that makes the picture blue.
It's not the wind that made me shiver.

Drops on a window, block a sight on a world.
Sometimes it's better not to see.

He decided he loved but he denied, he failed.