O Vladimir um dia apareceu com esta letra num dos ensaios da banda. A maior parte está aí, mas preenchi alguns versos com a memória vacilante de 15 anos de intervalo entre lá e cá. Mesmo assim, está incompleta.
Gosto, particularmente, do título.
In the house was four
but there were no hope
near the hungman tree
the prophet was trying to speak...
the sky bless your fake blind mind
the firefly stop with the light
Mr. you show me three ways out of here
But you didn't show me your hide.
I don't need no plastic or mirror
I don't need no empty minds
Keep your hands around my body
And maybe we could kiss the sky...
By Vladimir Cunha
1991
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