Quando pensarem em julgar alguém, olhem em primeiro lugar para trás das suas costas, nunca se sabe o que transportam consigo... lembrem-se, tudo é susceptível de se compreender...

E a música é porque até estou atenta às ironias desta nossa vida e dou por mim a pensar muitas vezes nisso... sinto-me uma marioneta... cada vez mais se desfazem "sonhos" e cada vez mais eles assumem assim uma aparência mais séria! desculpem-me mas é natural que tenha medo disto...


"An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think?

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well, isn't this nice."
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think?

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everthing blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
A little too ironic.. and yeah I really do think...

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out"