Trying to see the time,
the green apples and this deserted sky.
The city of mistakes
today looks like a forest full of mint.
I only see a lamp post,
and three birds in the branch of a bar.
It's just not Monday,
and your December never gets cold.
For the time being
we'll sit here, watch people come by, and maybe
our silhouettes too, I don't know...
Dressed with words and a hat.
The passing cars.
You drive sentences with no hands,
and the Sun in the buttons
of your coat while you stare at the window.
And light in the corners
of every thought, but...
For the time being
we'll sit here, watch people come by, and maybe
our silhouettes too, I don't know...
Dressed with words and a hat.
Walking by
they'll do weird things from a wasted past,
and will jump on a cab half parked
to a terrace where they'll stare at the sea.