São tempos de seca. Literalmente, mesmo. Faz calor e consigo sentir os segundos e nano segundos do tempo a passar, a vibrar tao lentamente que a vida parece eterna. Eterna até desesperar. E nesses dias, nestes dias que podemos fazer senão olhar?


All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races

Going no where
Going no where

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head
I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world