Lucas de Franca: I surrender
Lucas de Franca: ipanema sun
Lucas de Franca: Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy Jane. She wants a drink of water, so she waits and waits and waits and waits and waits and waits for it to rain -- Silverstein
Lucas de Franca: I was searching for you... and there was nothing.
Lucas de Franca: false astronomy
Lucas de Franca: last light
Lucas de Franca: there's a limit to your love. Like a waterfall in slow motion -- like a map with no ocean.
Lucas de Franca: grown ocean
Lucas de Franca: Still I'd rather be working at something, than praying for the rain.
Lucas de Franca: Suddenly I'm hit--
Lucas de Franca: heavy water
Lucas de Franca: overgrown
Lucas de Franca: early mornings.