The Man From The Oldest Buildings – Ed Motta – letras

If I could loveThe music in the airIf I could goJust dancing everywhereIf I was the oneWho fights to liveWith never careAnd in green parksI’d run until I’m lightAnd in picturesI’d be the best uprightAnd in every streetSomeone was thereTo hold me tightBut I never go(I don’t even try to)Where the others go(I don’t even cry for)And the taste I findNo one else will findNo one is thereWhen I climb the stairsAnd no one everIs watching my moviesThe movies I live inNo one on the sidewalkThe side that I step onNobody will orderMy sweet piesAnd soFor this helluva drinkI’m aloneWith me, meAnd I go homeTo meet my newest chairAnd I whistleLike something’s in the airThen the elevator doors unfoldAnd there was youAll around youIs smelling something newAll about youIs shining into viewWhen I turned the lightsAnd shut the doorThen there was youSee my furniture(Try my dusty pillows)See my window view(That’s a bat who dances)These are my old stampsI collect these thingsBut I forgotTo introduce myselfI’m just the guyFrom the oldest of buildingsThe emptiest partyThe strangest of clothingThe top of the listingsOf no matches everBut still burning deepTo be tempted to learn soOh, please won’t you sit