DOORSTEP OF NOTHING

All that is worth doing must be in the agenda
But it has to be some loneliness in that

Nothing makes sense in the immediate context
Anticipating adversity once and a while
That lies below the giant's pillow, in the shade of the morning sun

Sometimes we only get that one chance
To burst or budding the roll we were born to fill
If something happens I will tell you what it’s all about
It ends where it began, in the doorstep of nothing

To hesitate and murmur in the wind
We’re up to our neck in this
It ends where it began, in the doorstep of nothing

While I return, what is replaceable?
The dusk of myself it´s certainly becoming real
An open field full of draining fears
Behind the mask, above the fingerprint

Nothing makes sense in the immediate context
Not even anticipating adversity once and a while
That lies below the giant's pillow, in the shade of the morning sun

Sometimes we only get that one chance
To burst or budding the roll we were born to fill
If something happens I will tell you what it’s all about
It ends where it began, in the doorstep of nothing

To hesitate and murmur in the wind
We’re up to our neck in this
It ends where it began

If something happens I will tell you what it’s all about
To burst or budding the roll we were born to fill
All that is worth doing must be in the agenda
But it has to be some loneliness in that

Nothing makes sense in the immediate context
Not even anticipating adversity once and a while
That lies below the giant's pillow, in the shade of the morning sun
Sometimes we only get that one chance
To hesitate and murmur in the wind

The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind

01/10/2009 (José&Marcos)