Sunday

Pere Vilanova

If you hold my tears then i'll be there
to catch you when you fall
and to wake up beside you.

Today is sunday, the skies are grey,
i just drink coffee trying
to understand what happened yesterday,

probably nothin',
i'm sure that nothin',

probably i don't
have nothin' to regret,
but maybe i would like to.

I'm waiting for your call
you said let's meet tomorrow,
anywhere, it doesn't really matter.

But four days have passed
and i'm still faithful
to that promise you cannot carry out

as my boss always says
don't care that much for anyone,

i couldn't see any pain,
into his eyes
while he was firing me out

but maybe i wanted so.

Wanna smoke and drink
wanna touch and feel
wanna play my songs
wanna show my view
wanna think about the unthought.