once again I find myself with a few hours to pack and get dressed
(but not before my father hears me)
once again I find myself wondering
will I see the sun differently this time?
I know I'll feel like home when I see the ocean
but can I leave it all behind for 2 weeks or so?
will my body be there and my mind be here?
that only leaves me with a divided soul
see;
I consider the soul the perfect balance between body and mind
when those two meet and you meet yourself
it's not body and mind though; it's way beyond that
it's what makes you dive in yourself
and what makes you want to wonder

I don't know
I think this time the sun may smile to me
and the sky might show my favourite shade of blue



I just hope I won't be thinking about you.

somehow I found myself back home
looking through this window again
why does it feel different?
suddenly I don't want the sun to shine tomorrow
I just want to hear the rain fall
and see the sky dark blue at 5 pm
suddenly I want to wear my big warm coat
and only feel good underneath the sheets

but at the same time
I want to go to the sea
and taste the waves as the sun kisses my skin
I want to see the perfect landscape with no clouds
I want to travel to those exotic warm places

I guess I just feel nostalgic.

the song keeps saying "I wanna be with you"
and the singer says it in a lower voice
like he's whispering to someone
and suddenly his voice turns into yours
somehow
you're whispering in my ear
"i wanna be with you"
"i wanna be with you"

oh sweetheart i wanna be with you too
but until you get out of my head and into my arms
there's nothing i can really do

i keep thinking the same way
i just have this whole lot to say
but somehow words are not enough
just know; whenever times are rough
you're the one on my mind
you're the one i keep trying to find.

and sometimes i wonder

what if i told you?
what if i were to say what you mean to me?
would i just sound mad?
would you push me away, or would i do it by myself?

all these questions consume me
as if they were wildfires burning inside
and i stand here
alone, once again
wondering how could i tell you
without saying anything at all.

darling, if you knew
how i shape the sea for you
and my mind is infected
with thoughts of depth so great
i'm diving and never coming back
you make me mad
oh, if you knew
how i'm addicted to you
and the thought of my tenderness
whenever you invade my head
you're this odd sickness
because you only make me feel ill
when you leave

sometimes, it's just the way you see the world
you can look at a deep bad situation
and still find something good in it

you can look at something considered ugly
and find the most beautiful thing in it

but i'm sorry if i can't find anything positive
whenever people are searching for their loved ones
between dead bodies and ashes

i'm sorry if i can't find anything good
whenever i see a grieving parent
talking about how they're never going to hold their kid again

hearts not only broken but destroyed
all over the world

and there's this question that lingers
"will this have an end?"