O Pensador, de Rodin (ou quase)

What is it that I think I need?
Is there love in me that wants to be freed?
Or is it selfishness and ego we carry with us everywhere that we go?
This feeling that life's incomplete - do you feel that too?
Do you want what I want?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

People say that we're so close,
how can there be something that I don't know.
Oh but even though I share your bed, baby,
I don't get inside your head.
This feeling of some mystery - do you feel that too?
Do you know what I mean?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

Watch me stumble, watch me trip
My fingers loose their grip.
Now I'm down on my knees,Is that what you wanted to see?
What is it that I think I need?
What is it that I think I need?

And if I should start to cry,
and I can't begin to tell you why,
and I stumble when I begin,
it's cause I don't understand anything.

You reach for me from miles away,
you reach for me from miles away.

**Letra e música de Tracey Thorn, do Everything But The Girl, no álbum "Amplified Heart". **