Clara Luzia - Blurry

it's me and a room
and so many things to do
but I just sit here with my head in my hands

fall is marching in
sadness comes along
how come I get lost
so easily

guess I'm looking for a room
between the lines
where I can sit
where I can cry
for no apparent reason

fall is marching in
and I'm drawing back
I put the world on hold
I put my hands in the air

this doesn't take me anywhere
this doesn't take me anywhere
this doesn't take me anywhere

give me a secret i will hide it
give me a hand i will let you guide me
give me something i can see

your image has gotten blurry
since I'm hiding down here
when will you come
and make us reappear