Enemy...

I had a dream that I broke [...]

I picked up the pieces when I woke up

I put them in a boat made of things that I don’t want to see

I blew on the sail watched it drift out to sea[...]

You might think I’m your enemy

But that don’t make you mine

And all I have now is empathy

I wish that you’d stop trying

Please stop lying

I put hatred in a box then I locked it

The strongest one I made

I buried it all grew a tree without thorns

And sat beneath it’s shade.

Faça das palavras de Jack Johnson as minhas, para bom entendedor, meia palavra basta. Obrigado por ter lido, só espero que VOCÊ tenha entendido.
Assim, dizendo tudo mas não dizendo nada ao mesmo tempo, vou-me embora pra Pasárgada!