Em pensar que daqui a exatamente duas semanas, neste mesmo horário, estarei sentado em um avião (um avião!!!!!) da KLM com destino a Amsterdam e, em seguida... Dublin!!
Em pensar que daqui exatamente duas semanas todas as provas da faculdade já terão sido feitas \o/
A lonely boy, a handful of dreams
Cold wind blows through a heart wired-in
Open skies he would explore
No there ain't no mastery
Of a passion and a deep blue love
Yearn to see far away places
One day he'd feel two hearts collide
In his eyes tears and desire
But he prays and he swears every night
One day scales will fall from her eyes
Just with a dream
Just with a dream and with a song
On my own I may stumble and fall
It don't matter at all when you're blessed with
Just what's yet to come, what's yet to come
When dogs run barking
And I don't hear no sound
And the sky is as blue
As eyes have never seen it
Then I remember
What I'd have been dying for
Faith rescue my dream
From a role that I've been put in
On their screen
Your eyes, and as I'll look into your eyes
We're at the crack of dawn
Life will stop telling lies
And destiny will know
It's just you and I
Burning feet on the ground
Got my head in the clouds
Journey to Arcadia
And I know I will stand
What I can't comprehend
Journey to Arcadia
The more we see we understand
That there's a lot that we don't know
As you awake on padded ground
The final curtain of the show
Far from the eye but close to heart
No matter how we try
Can't repel the counterpart
Our common bond we can't defy
[Solo: Sascha Paeth]
I've seen them standing at the crossroads
When they were waiting for a sign
And they unlearned to face the silence
As they unlearned to turn inside
You're turning to the sky
And you're dying for an angel
If you want it bad enough, see those eyes
That's where two glances collide
Learn to breathe, learn to crawl
Learn to stand, walk and fall
Learn to lose and to love, to believe, to rise above
Love is more than to love
[Solo: Bruce Kulick]
Burning feet on the ground
Got your head in the clouds
You're out to find Arcadia
And you know you will stand
What you can't comprehend
Journey to Arcadia
The more I've seen I understand
That there ain't nothing that I know now
As I awake on padded ground
The final curtain of the show
There are few who deny, at what I do, I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charm
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
I'm the master of fright and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
Pouquíssimas vezes em quatro anos e meio de faculdade tive a oportunidade de ter uma "semana de prova", pois sempre tive a sorte de tê-las em dias/semanas diferentes.
Mas não nesse trimestre... 5 provas em 3 dias consecutivos...
