Late afternoon with the things to do
But all there is is what else do too
Could there be a better thing to who?

If I haven't already met you

Lazy afternoon at the heat of the sun

All that is left for us is to do none
If at least the rain would complain
Then there would be no need to explain


Just sitting by the window
Thinking of places to go

All the things and things to do
What the hell does it do?


Guess it could be safe to say
That the things are on the way
Even watching life pass by

And not wondering why why why

All those thoughts and ideas baby

Full of wonders and no fears maybe
Losing control of the life passing by
With the flow of being alive


Is there a place in a dream
That makes me scream?

All the things passing by
Without ever knowing why


Now there was something to tell
Aside from all the things I fell
But if it was a something else

Could it be to sing to hell?

So please tell, what do you fell?

You see the means, to see it real
Messing up, the common day
Sure you got, the things to say