Is it a matter of time, or is it more?
I feel like we're supposed to die before we get old
There's nothing rushing between you and I, so let's talk slow
But could we talk about the good old days?
You know you talk too much
You know you talk too much

This is my final decision
I dropped out of college because I believe in my vision
And my parents supported but they didn't tell the family
Too ashamed of a son following his dreams to fullfill his emptiness

Look, I was just a kid with a guitar in my room
Writing those sad tunes
But the other day, out of the blue
40k people knew my name
Living in Brazil, nothing is real
Ask all those people in jail
How can you be an artist
When the whole country is going through hell?