Suspense

The days, the good mornings
The coffee, the see you laters
The loneliness of those who bought tobacco and lost the fire
The ships going to Mars
The art full of egos
Love at first sight sounds like a joke among the blind

The board games that end up in bed
The unbearable Sun and one in flames
The streets we walk and the faces you'll never forget
The friends you meet by chance at sea

The 'I'm almost there, but not quite'
The suitcase I left forgotten in the trunk of a taxi
The kamikaze rain falling without knowing why
The sad songs, the faithless Sundays

The heartbreaks that don't go away with the years
The two who were lovers and now are strangers
The anonymous phrases written in bathrooms
And the 'I like you so much that I'd rather accompany you'

The records and the mouths
The World Cups and my deceased
The grandfather who left and didn't see me in concert

Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
And, what will become of me? I think every time I go to bed
And if I can fill the fridge with this
Spitting verses, dodging rocks
And writing love songs point-blank

Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Goes, with an open ending

The night at midnight
The lights, the beer
The kisses given, the ones that never happen
The overdue bills posing on the table
And the postponed sex due to surprise visits

The scars accumulating points
More since we're not together
The traffic and its insults
The eagerness of hundreds for certain matters
What the hell am I doing here, why do I ask now?

The world what? Spinning in loops
Woodstock of '99, 6:30, The Roots
The dimly lit bars playing boogaloos
The International Superstar Soccer Deluxe

You and your notes signed with 'I love you'
The ease of hating bands when there are so many bankers
The thirst for power, the raw, the money and the war
And hell that couldn't be worse than earth

Bars that never close
Empty chests
Beds acting as desks and airports

Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
And, what will become of me? I think every time I go to bed
And if I can fill the fridge with this
Spitting verses, dodging rocks
And writing love songs point-blank

Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Goes, with an open ending

Every story ends with an open ending, goes!
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending, goes!
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake
Every story ends with an open ending
Everyone waking up and I'm still awake

(Among open endings)
(Suspended days)
(Pending matters)
(Allowed deadlines)
(Suspense, I thought)
(Suspense, I thought)
(Suspense, I thought)