grilos, pirilampos e outros bichos do meu sotão

When the routine bites hard/And ambitions are low/And the resentment rides high/But emotions wont grow/And were changing our ways,/Taking different roads/Then love, love will tear us apart again/Why is the bedroom so cold/Turned away on your side?/ Is my timing that flawed,/Our respect run so dry? /Yet theres still this appeal/That weve kept through our lives/Love, love will tear us apart again/Do you cry out in your sleep/All my failings expose? /Get a taste in my mouth/As desperation takes hold/Is it something so good/Just cant function no more?/ When love, love will tear us apart again