© Inês C.
Suddenly, all your history's ablaze
Try to breathe as the world disintegrates
Just like autumn leaves we're in for change
Holding tenderly to what remains
And all your memories are as precious as gold
And all the honey, and the fire which you've stole
Have you running through all your red-cheeked days
Shaking loose these souls, from their sacred hiding space
Hold your heart courageously
As we walk into this dark place
Stand steadfast erect and see
That love is the province of the brave
Province - TV On The Radio
Porque a Quaresma só pode ser tempo de verdade e bravura.
Especialmente durante a solidão.
