fluxo constante

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again

Oh, feelin', maybe he'll feel a little better set a days,

Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar

Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies

Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away

Someday yet, he'll begin his life again

Life again, life again...

Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read,

Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything

Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way

Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame

PEARL JAM