Ed Motta - Gifts And Sorrows

It´s only one day a month
That they both allow
Been en years time
Exchanging gifts and sorrows
Safe enough apart
Never too bind

The only taboo is a word called love
The only magic in holding tight enough

He seems so blasé about her
Still he don´t know how
She´s on his mind
She pulls her mirror out to
See how she feels now
He´s by her side