As long as the sun rises
As long as I have saliva left
He told me I was just blowing hot air, it's true
It's so the planets align
They soon understood, I must not forget
I'm here to make a mark, not to shine
I no longer look at the hourglass
More at my father's skin relaxing, bastard, huh

I act as if I had time
I told her "I'll love you all my life, my dear"
As if it made sense
Alone on the sidewalk, I rub my hands
In homage to the times when there was blood on them
Before, I had a plan
Now I have a plan, a family, a clan
I'm no longer afraid of silence, only of time
I'm no longer afraid of adventure
The lady said "for this one, it's a mess"
Self-confidence shattered on the floor
Since my dad threw me on the freezer, that day, it was a celebration
That day, it was an adventure
We gritted our teeth and tightened our belts
Now, our faces and names are on the storefront
Sacred adventure, huh

I no longer talk to God but I respond to the homeless man
Who told me "give me ten bucks, my brother"
"So I can get closer to the world of dreams"
"Since reality wakes you up, it's ugly but better"
I only speak in words and games
She told me "son, your dad is you but older"
I was red like the little line that sleeps in his eyes
I still talk to the wall, trying to recall the ghosts
And I can almost hear the angels
You can make all the noise you want, my brother
Only silence bothers us
Heart is empty like our towns and their centers
The elders and the big sayings
It feels weird, like your father telling me he enjoys the shooting range

But I've gotten used to it
Little brother looks for trouble
Mom looks for peace, we've gotten used to it
Head in the sky
Feet on the pavement, we've gotten used to it

Hey, we don't all smile the same
I remember, I was little, they mocked my ears
In hindsight, I would have done the same
My name is Thomas, I'm the biological son of a ghost
Left early enough not to leave too many memories
I hear my mother's heart screaming smiles beneath sighs

The beat makes my eyes shine
I haven't let it all out, I need to play it again
She tells me "life is just a game"
I know it's false but I don't say otherwise yet
If you stay here, I'll be better
We write songs about life, death
For the brothers who ended up in the ground
Who make sunflowers, who watch the birds

Hey, long live the smiles that make time stop
Long live the holes in the wall we hide with paint
We don't forget anything, we live with it
I fall asleep while the clouds cry on the roof

But I've gotten used to it
Little brother looks for trouble
Mom looks for peace, we've gotten used to it
Head in the sky
Feet on the pavement, we've gotten used to it

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