So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
And you play you're coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
And I can't believe, that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La


Sentado no telhado, encosto-me e ali fico até o sol mergulhar no meu mar que ainda há pouco era tão azul. Sei que vais cada vez mais cedo dormir, não sem antes me deixar mais uma vez maravilhado com o seu rasto de cores quentes, é certo que não tão quentes como outrora pois sobre ti trepa já a noite escura e fria.
Sonho que caminhamos nesse entardecer. Entrelaçada no meu braço apoias confiante a tua cabeça no meu ombro, até chegarmos a essa baía onde repousam silêncios barcos de pescadores num ondular que nos apazigua. Acolho-te no meu sobretudo, um abraço quente escondido só nosso, e encostada a mim pareces aprender a contar cada batida do meu amor que é teu. Pego nas tuas mãos e aqueço-as com mimos. Pareces sorrir-me e se fechas os olhos vejo-te voar nas nuvens do nosso céu. Somos felizes.
Há quem não goste do Outono triste aborrecido.
Perdi-me no abecedário...