Same as yesterday

 

Too soon

We had not finished yet

But what does it matter if time has been unjust

And I studied the best way to say things

On the balance of the string of my own words

 

Now that I have nothing to explain

There is not much left to hide

Now that the day grows old in my hands

There is not one shadow left to run after

 

Too soon

We had not understood yet

That giving up can sometimes be useful

And I invented the way to be right anyway

And I did not feel the weigh of my own words

 

Now that I have nothing to explain

There is not much left to hide

Now that the day grows old in my hands

There is not one shadow left to run after

 

And I am afraid of ending up alone

And I am afraid of ending up

The same as yesterday