Tomás

Shall we?
Come on
Uh, ah
Uh, ah, hey!
Uh, ah
Uh, ah

His legs get tired and he doesn't know how to dance
He can't speak without hesitating
He lost the rhythm of mortality
And forgot how to interact
His soul is consumed by the virtual world
Full of lives to envy
Begging for someone to look at him as they pass by
His worst fear is eye contact

Tomás
Don't drown in a glass of water
Tomás
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy

Spending his salary on a fourth-rate psychiatrist
Prescribing him anxiolytics without seeing his face
Self-medicating at the corner bar
Practicing his order from the office

Nicotine, acupuncture, and self-help books
Don't reverse his fears or doubts
If only he knew that a little looseness
Would make his drama an absurd anecdote

Tomás
Don't drown in a glass of water
Tomás
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy

Tomás
Ah!
Tomás
Don't drown in a glass of water
Tomás
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy

Tomás
Don't drown in a glass of water
Tomás
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy
Take it easy