2019

It's a blank paper That one that I'm getting stain I'm driving 'till my legs hurt Sometimes it's better not to say anything Your smile is an anchor Between the sea foam and the lunar dust 'Cause I'm waiting for you I'm waiting for you All I do is miss you Yes, I'm waiting for you I'm holding my pen Like a lump in my throat Covered in ink, I drowned I'm walking 'till my feet are bleeding I'm smoking 'till I spit blood 'Cause sometimes it's better not to ask anything at all Your legs are a woad Between the waves of the sea and the pull of the moon Yes I'm waiting for you All I do is miss you 'Cause I'm waiting for you I'm worried about changes I'm worried about losses 'Cause I know God made me quiete alone And I persist to wander off But I've always end up on my way back home To you, to receive youf half-love 'Till I found out there's no one at the door The moon take off its light on me No clue or hint of glint Why I'm still dreaming about this? Fictional life on a fictional dream Lost at last To discover that it's fine to be me