Sunday
Winter
4:25You call me a cupid, romantic You whisper a question Touch the granite You call me a cupid, romantic You whisper a question Touch the granite Who are you when I'm not with you? The city has turned a different shade It feels so strange Without you All of the streets spell your name It feels so strange Without you Te vejo nos becos No meu carro Sonhando pelas paredes do meu quarto Who are you when I'm not with you? The city has turned a different shade It feels so strange Without you All of the streets spell your name It feels so strange Without you The city has turned a different shade It feels so strange Without you All of the streets spell your name It feels so strange Without you The city has turned a different shade It feels so strange Without you All of the streets spell your name It feels so strange Without you