"And I’ll say: “I love to feel that I have to be James Dean”

Nada como contar as horas e os minutos para voltar a casa. Chegando, há-que deitar fora todos os relógios e deixar o sol decidir por si próprio quando termina um dia e começa outro. Os planos são tantos e tão poucos. Está na hora de me entregar à rotina confortável dos dias nunca iguais, entre jogos de cartas, passeios de bicicleta, raquetes de praia, mergulhos, jantares na Vila Palmeira, lambecas, bolos da padaria, fotografias disparatadas e passeios no Mini Moke. É hora de calçar o chinelo e dar o passeio na Vila só porque sim. 

I'm coming home.

And there’ll be sun, sun, sun
All over our bodys.
And sun, sun, sun
I’ll die in next
There’ll be sun, sun, sun
All over our faces
And sun, sun, sun
So, what the hell

(...)

But it was fun, fun, fun
When we were drinking.
It was fun, fun, fun
When we were drunk
And it was fun, fun, fun
When we were laughing
It was fun, fun, fun
Oh, it was fun.

(...)

And will be love, love, love
Love throught our bodys.
Love, love, love
All throught our minds
And will be love, love, love
All over her face
And love, love, love
All over our minds.