Contact

Ajuntei uns cds antigos na minha recente visita ao Brasil e redescobri um cd que eu escutei muito em 2007/2008. O conceito do album é muito bom. Ele é parciamente revelado na metade do album com a música Clouds que simplesmente repete:

Is your love really love?
is my love really love?
I think our love isn't love
unless it's love to the end

Is your God really God?
is my God really God?
I think our God isn't God
if he fits inside our head

As letras vão contra a idéia de um Deus lógico, previsível e manipulável. No momento, minha música preferida é Contact.

Letra:

Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.

Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
is this it?
is this it?

Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Is this it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.

Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Did your clouds stop his voice?
and brother have you found the great peace that we all seek?
you say take a look around
if there's a God then he must be asleep
God must be asleep