When the conversation ends. No need to pretend. I will wait outside. You’ll need no alibi. Something happened to you there. You’re completely unaware. Of all the goings on. Now it’s your favorite song. I’m OK. I’m alright. I’m OK. In spite of it all. You’re connected all the while. In some sort of way. To a higher ground. Something I’ve never found. Hanging on to something there. I’m completely unaware. And now it’s up to me to find some sort of sympathy. I’m OK. I’m alright. I’m OK. In spite of it all. (I’m singing now) You’ve made it tough to break it down. And then I heard you say: "You can’t have it... No you can’t have it now." And now you’ve made it tough to break it down.

Ferrá (: