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("...he saw what, he would look in the rock and see what was in there and i guess that day he saw a skull. one of his dark days.")pocketsssssssssss...when i look through the door of my living roomi want another green room from my living roomshould i pull up the phone in my kitchenso I can feel the dark when i'm doing all my dishesto live in a house and have breathingis a luxury when you understand it's meaningbut even in the dusk am i dreaming?a galaxy of stars above our ceilingin my eyes i´m understanding what i seeit's hard to think about the time it takesto give and the space to be(and everyone)yeah and everyone would ever know where i should beand there's the thinkin' and i've been thinkin'of the many little pennies.different oceans(?) Why don´t get a stick (?)stuck inside the ocean?stay grindit's hard to set myself downLetras de cancionesand just think (?) about the oceanoh, i'm cryingsoon to be content with what i've got (?)(?) something that i enjoy if i acquireand i wonder if it's me who's just a thieftaking a stash that was in the grassdiggin' a hole and diggin' it deep(you'll dig for a while)yeah you'll dig for a while cause you'll never knowwhen i plant the seedand i'm still thinkin' and i've been thinkin'of the many little pennies(it's going to be a (?) tonight, it's going to be a fine day)and if i had some kind of needmaybe the thing i need is the thing i've gotand if i look inside of mei'll find the thing that gets me to the (bottom)and i know that there are needysome are good but some are rottenwhy should i motivate the needswhen i know my needs should be forgottenis it alright, if we feel good? From Letras Mania