Sons VIII

E porque está sol e porque não dormi nada e porque a musiquinha é toda catita e tem um ritmo que me faz lembrar o Verão, aqui vai:

I’ll sing myself to sleep a song from the darkest hour

Secrets I can’t keep inside of the day

Swing from high to deep extremes of sweet and sour

Hope that God exists I hope I pray

Drawn by the undertow my life is out of control

I believe this wave will bear my weight so let it flow

Oh sit down Oh sit down Oh sit down

Sit down next to me

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down in sympathy

Now I’m relieved to hear that you’ve been to some far out places

It’s hard to carry on when you feel all alone

Now I’ve swung back down again it’s worse than it was before

If I hadn’t seen such riches I could live with being poor

Oh sit down Oh sit down Oh sit down

Sit down next to me

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down in sympathy

Those who feel the breath of sadness sit down next to me

Those who find they’re touched by madness sit down next to me

Those who find themselves ridiculous sit down next to me

In love, in fear, in hate, in tears

In love, in fear, in hate, in tears

In love, in fear, in hate, in tears

In love, in fear, in hate

Down

Down

Oh sit down Oh sit down Oh sit down

Sit down next to me

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down in sympathy

Oh sit down Oh sit down Oh sit down

Sit down next to me

Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, down in sympathy

Down

(James - Sit Down)