untitled (yet)

even though the rehearsal tonight sucked ("we need vacations": nuno said, "we need a weekend out of here at last to practice and get wasted": filipe said. i said nothing), i came up with a sketch for a song's lyrics. we tried to do a new song but none of us liked it, we've even recorded it and we all felt it sucked (nevertheless tree songs can come out of it). anyway, i'll use my diary, once again, as a notebook.

untitled (yet)

i cherish this dream:

you and me

reading a book

by the sea.

on the bright sands

silently

side by side

holding hands.

we'll find the path

we'll find our core

and watch our hearts

swim together offshore.

on that day

we'll finally see

all the time

wasted on anxiety.

(chorus)

i do believe we're very well

in a time that's parallel

i do believe we can be happy

believing in dreams is not that tacky.

.... (to be continued, or not)