I wait for you sitting on the usual corner
And more dressed up than if it were a Friday
With no appointment made beforehand
But with the full intuition that I'll see you
My eyes don't stop looking and looking
At the dark flint of ideas
Searching for more holes inside this hole
Searching for a light in the middle of this sky
I keep my hands because I'm cold
And they feel weird inside my pocket
More than an hour and a half has already gone by
You haven't shown up, my instinct failed me
But it's that my instinct
But it's that my instinct
It's walking without looking
It's like singing without hearing
It's talking without breathing
It's eating without digesting
Because I found out that you're the perfect shape
The exact measure just right for me and that's how it is
It's walking without looking
It's like singing without hearing
It's talking without breathing
It's eating without digesting
Because I found out that you're the perfect shape
The exact measure just right for me
And it's something like dying
It's walking without looking
It's like singing without feeling
It's talking without breathing
It's eating without digesting
Because I found out that you're the perfect shape
The exact measure just right for me