I'm entangled between the minutes
that it takes to wake up.
I dress up thinking of the things
of the day that starts to shine.
Look, I'm more than you think I am.
I'm calling you at your door,
the one that is never open,
the one I'm going to break.
Dreaming, I pass it awake,
with ballast in my feet.
The rain has stopped boringly
with clouds of paper.
Look, I'm more than you think I am.
I'm calling you at your door,
the one that is never open,
the one I'm going to break.
Loves that hide problems
that come over for tea.
Today nothing can overcome me,
today I feel like winning.
Look, I'm more than you think I am.
I'm calling you at your door,
the one that is never open,
the one I'm going to break.