Keaton Henson
Às vezes eu sinto que estaria disposto a trocar meus cinco livros de poemas apenas para poder escrever e cantar algo com esta delicadeza. Eu ia escrever um poema agora, mas Keaton Henson já diz o que eu gostaria de poder dizer neste momento. Então eu o tomo e o agradeço.
You Don't Know How Lucky You Are
Keaton Henson
Does he know who you are?
Does he laugh, just to know
what he has?
Does he know not to talk
about your dad?
Does he know when you're sad?
You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.
Does he know where your lips begin?
Do you know who you are?
Do you laugh, just to think
what I lack?
Do you know your lip shakes
when you're mad?
And do you notice when you're sad?
You don't like to be touched,
Let alone kissed.
Does his love make your head spin?
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