I think it's over now, I think it's ending.
I think it's over now, I think it's ending.
There is sometimes a later secondary phase,
It's not unusual for it to last for days,
And everything is magnified when it is gone.
Reality is only temporary.
Reality is only temporary.
A process immitating things that went before,
Without a satisfying answer anymore,
The present just repeats the future and the past.
I think it's over now, I think it's ending.
I think it's over now, I think it's ending.
There is no time for second answers to the past,
If yesterday is gone don't try to make it last,
And summer winds have come and gone without a flood.
I think it's over now, I think it's ending.
I think it's over now, I think it's ending.
A thought of coloured clouds all high above my head,
A trip that doesn't need a ticket or a bed,
And everything is smelling sweeter than that rose.
Coming Down (1968)
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Todo mundo deveria tomar muita cafeína ouvindo o disco dos TUSoA. É o que penso, apenas, como grande apreciadora de chapações musicais regadas a quantidades excessivas de café.