Summer Breeze
Sem lenço e sem documento
Num sol de quase dezembro... eu vou...
O sol se reparte em crimes espaçonaves
Guerrilhas em Cardinales bonitas... eu vou...
Em caras de Presidentes
Em grandes beijos de amor
Em dentes pernas bandeiras
Bomba e Brigitte Bardot
O sol nas bancas de revista
Me enche de alegria e preguiça
Quem lê tanta notÃÂcia.. eu vou..
Por entre fotos e nomes
Os olhos cheios de cores
O peito cheio de amores... vãos...
Eu vou.. porque não.. porque não..
House on Fire
(Steve Walsh / Steve Morse / Bob Ezrin / Phil Ehart)
She strides down 7th street
Smokey night - summer heat
Commotion - concrete fires
Where neon souls are burning
His whole life - a hung jury
She was the crime - Wheel's gonna pay
She's got blue steel; cocked and locked
She is Justice - Justice is burning
She's turning the tables upside down
She's like a flame; she's burning higher
She's like a house on fire - House on fire
Wheel feels lucky - drinkin' blind
One track mind - sheer distraction
Steps on cracks, breakin' backs
Nothin's sacred on the other side
He turns left - she turns right
They both step through the veil of night
Cold blue steel reflection
And Wheel's got nowhere to hide
She's turning the tables upside down
She's like a flame; she's burning higher
She's like a house on fire - House on fire
Players of passion playing with fire
Streetlights are flashing but who are they for
Fisted love fueling fantasy
Is love worth the fire he's asking for