O meu bilhete.

You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
Well, that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry
And darling, that's when I decide to go to see
You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
And made me realize
What I could not see
And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook the world
And then it took,
Took it back from me
And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea
And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
All good is it to live with nothing left to give
Forget, but not forgive
Not loving all you see
All the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea.

- Coldplay, Swallowed in the sea.

Tenho medo que amanhã voltes e digas que aquilo não foi nada.