Ouro Preto e Morphine

Hand over hand up the lifeline, luckily the knots stay tight.
Silhouettes of the two of us climbing, climbing up a rope on fire.
Climbing up a rope on fire

Trapped in a room in a fortress, running outta air to breathe.
Only seconds to go and we'll break free, I didn't think that we would reach.

Only the two of us can disconnect the bomb.
And save ourselves before the oxygen is gone.
I'll call for backup, you start to scream.
It's not the first time we've been in this dream.

She ripped the wings right off my back.
She whispered deep, keep it on the track.
She said you're no angel, no angel anymore

All the wheels are coming loose. Close-up shot of a burning fuse.
The sky is filled with question marks. Will the chains come apart?

These few seconds that I've left to go. Flames and chaos down below.
And the earth opens wide. Got to climb a rope on fire.

-- Letra e música de Mark Sandman, "Rope on Fire".
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- Fotos de Rafael Campos - Ouro Preto / MG - 09/2004