Such a boredom.
I'm just watching somebody else's pictures.
This is exactly the life you asked for.
There is no way out.
There is no place to be.
Such a boring time.
I'm in love of a ghost, who watch me through the screen
but never say anything.
I believe in those eyes.
I know that smile can make me go for a while
I know she can make me cry in front of her bared feets.
I know she can make me float into the space between us.
But I´m back again.
Do you believe in the flesh and the bones?
Do you relies in what is in front of you?
Such a dull fucking time.
This is what you've built with your fears and hopes.
With all your wasted hours trying to dig your own grave.
Trying to blend your veins with roots.
I don´t know the name of your street, and if the rain makes you sad.
I don't know the smell of your words.
I don't know if you remember your first tear.
Yes, you can say this is madness.
but, can you say I'm insane?
I just know that I'm in love of a ghost
Yes, I had the will to chase one, but the sun has no place for me.
Such a tedium.
Such a weary hopeless day.
A feast for the midday demons.
This rain has been made by a broken heart.
This rain has been made by a broken heart.
And is your face again in my lucid dream
How can I touch you, with these empty hands?
How can I walk in to your room without wake you up?
I feel you over wires and electromagnetics signals.
This is all I have right now.
Such a fuckin sadness.