Música do BioTerra: Brian Eno - The Great Pretender

Monica sighed, rolled onto her sideShe was so impressed that she just surrenderedShe was moved by his wheels, she was just up from WalesHe was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch herLose the sense of time, nail down the blindsAnd in the succulent dark, there's a sense of endingJoking aside, the mechanical brideHas fallen prey to the Great Pretender
Let me just point out discreetlyThough you never learnAll those tawdry late-night WeepiesI could make you weep more cheaplyAs the empty moon enamelsMonica with spoons and candlesBangs around without the light onFurniture to get it right onSettled in a homely fishpoolHung with little eelsOften thinks that travel widensStay at home; the Trout obligesMonica sighed, rolled onto her sideShe was so impressed that she just surrendered