Tears Dry On Their Own
(Amy Winehouse)

All I'll can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we know,
And this regret I got accustomed to.
Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached.
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could've never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.
Even if I stop wanting you
A perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon.
I couldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In my blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry...

Novo Disco: Amy Amy Winehouse vai cantar sobre cozinha e sua infância

SÃO PAULO - Amy Winehouse vai lidar com temáticas até então inéditas - e, de certa forma, surpreendentes - em sua música. A cantora inglesa está escrevendo composições sobre cozinha e sua infância para seu próximo disco, o terceiro de sua carreira.

De acordo com o jornal inglês Mirror, Amy está disposta a ir mais fundo em assuntos autobiográficos, que se tornaram mais fortes em seu segundo e mais bem-sucedido álbum, Back to Black.

O Mirror, que afirma ter tido acesso ao texto de uma das novas composições de Amy, divulgou a letra de uma canção sem nome que fala de afazeres prosaicos na cozinha ("Eu sei cozinhar, sopa de galinha, almôndegas, um bom frango").

Uma fonte próxima à cantora contou ao jornal que, além do universo culinário, as novas canções de Amy também vão falar de "dias mais felizes quando ela não tinha que se preocupar com nada".

- Ela está preparando uma faixa que fala de sua criação de garota judia- disse a fonte.

A cantora deve começar a trabalhar no novo disco em setembro deste ano, e até lá iremos aguardar pelas mais novas obras de arte de Amy! ;)

Love Is A Losing Game
(Amy Winehouse)

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five storey fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Back To Black
(Amy Winehouse)

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...

I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black