Control

When the routine bites hard

And ambitions are low

And the resentment rides high

But emotions wont grow

And were changing our ways,

Taking different roads

Then love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold

Turned away on your side?

Is my timing that flawed,

Our respect run so dry?

Yet theres still this appeal

That weve kept through our lives

Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep

All my failings expose?

Get a taste in my mouth

As desperation takes hold

Is it something so good

Just cant function no more?

When love, love will tear us apart again

Esta vida de estudante está a dar cabo de mim...

Depois de um banho vestidas (com a t-shirt do caloiro toda cagada e com bolor) nas águas geladas da costa da caparica...

Dra. Filipa e Dra. Foda-se (excitadissimas)

...o dia melhorou bastante!

A treinar para cabra: "Bicho, olhos no chão, já!".

Capa traçada, nariz empinado, óculos escuros e mãozinhas empinocadas.