Vaivén
Don Osvaldo
Sway
The afternoon crashes
From dawn it gets dark
The eve of tomorrow was the day before yesterday
A handful of clouds over time
A maybe
The room expands
The walls grow tall
And while my seed
Wants to meet me
Sway between madness-birth
And a thousand whys
Thursdays and Sundays
Waiting for you
A little love
A little warmth
Cigarette to endure the feeling
Of being trapped in the tremor
Lost and found
Chased and medicated
Searching in those clouds
A reason to be
Sway between madness-birth
And my duty
Thursdays and Sundays
Waiting for you
A little love
A little warmth
Cigarette to endure the feeling
Of being trapped in the tremor
