De Veritat

On the other side of the mirror
Someone's breathing a breath of oxygen I forgot
While I cross with a button
The hole in a cotton shirt

I like to see that the morning keeps sounding
At the window and on constant replay. I’m not saying no

I’m a crew member of the big ship
Of some step that shows me the horizon
You know that sleep smells like bread?
And at a station, the rush travels a bit late

I have bookmarks to fix my thoughts
I’m the habit of a present-bodied animal
And I still think about the specific reason for my day

For real, those are the reasons we had dinner
Fake, a plastic cup in hand
I promise you I don’t believe in all this
For real, I only breathe inside a song

Diminutives to hurt less
In the verses of the basic press
Who washes the rags if it never rains?
Was it solitude first or maybe the egg?

And I would definitely put my feet in the river
But it’s forbidden in a productive system
And I still search for the specific reason for my day

For real, those are the reasons we had dinner
Fake, a plastic cup in hand
I promise you I don’t believe in all this
For real, I only breathe inside a song
For real, those are the reasons we had dinner
Fake, a plastic cup in hand
I promise you I don’t believe in all this
For real, I only breathe inside a song