Would the moon forget the tide?
Would the soul forget to die?
Would the wind forget to sigh?
Would my eyes forget to cry?
I'll remember like the moon
.
Way down inside . . .
"As I danced with you, I felt like superstars do
Me and you
We're just like superstars . . ! "
em homenagem a todas as facas que insistem em cortar (nos) dos dois lados...