Estou quase a comprar bilhete.

You know my darling I can't stand to sleep alone...

I felt you so much today

But here comes the fall
So much for make-believe, I'm not sold
So much of dreams, deceit, I'm not prepared to know
Your heart makes me feel
Your heart makes me bold

Incurable paranoiac. Hysterical depression.

Lying on my back. I heard music.
Felt unsure and catastrophic. Had to tell myself it's only music.
It blows my mind, but it's like that.

Is anyone there? What could you tell me?
Afraid of what? Would you ever know?
Everyone else is really boring.
Anyone else wouldn't be good enough.

Some place safe I would imagine.
Someone new would be so cruel.
Incurable paranoiac. Hysterical depression.

I'm in love with a shooting star...

Metric@Letterman

La Roux

Life's too short for me to stop
Oh baby, your time is running out
I won't let you turn around
And tell me now, I'm much too proud
All you do is fill be up with doubt