Algo Nos Pasará
Sidonie
Something Will Happen to Us
We've stayed seated
On the floor of the small attic
Without meaning to, you look at me
And something runs down my spine
There's a broken bike, an old sofa
Tired toys and a postcard with an 'I love you' written at the end
You tell me you have a book that reflects what you believe to be
There are books that have mirrors instead of pages of white paper
There are cigarettes and some tea
There are cookies that taste like honey left
The same song by The Kinks again
Something will happen to us
There's no turning back
It's better for me to go
Something will happen to us if it hasn't already
And we do nothing, nothing
Nothing and we do nothing something will happen to us
Through the round window we peek out to see the city
From here you look tiny
It doesn't seem like you can do any harm
The night lends us the shadows of yesterday, this twilight suits us so well
I can speak now without looking down at my feet
