Olhando de través

Notícias antigas me chegam depois de meses. O passado ronda, como uma dessas pombas-rato da metrópole, que aparentemente são espertas mas, de vez em quando, dão mole e são atropeladas no asfalto. Cante comigo, na versão do Jakob Dylan, por favor.

I'm looking through you
(Beatles)

I'm looking through you, where did you go
I thought I knew you, what did I know
You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you, you're not the same

Your lips are moving, I cannot hear
Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear
You don't sound different, I've learned the game.
I'm looking through you, you're not the same

Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight

You're thinking of me, the same old way
You were above me, but not today
The only difference is you're down there
I'm looking through you, and you're nowhere

Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight

I'm looking through you, where did you go
I thought I knew you, what did I know
You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you, you're not the same