Lisbon
Andre Matos
Everynight I say a prayer
Look at me: Nobody cares
Just a mirror, passing by
Looked inside
I've lost my pride!
Stay with me not for so long
It's alright: No needs, no hope
Such a miracle
Looking back
Times gone by
And life wasn't bad!
Lord, light my way
Fill these withered
Careless hands
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
See, the birds are back
At the docks and everywhere
Here in Lisbon, realized
This whole world
So strange and divine
Lord, light my way
Fill these withered
Careless hands
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down
Oh, skies are falling down
Skies are falling down