There is like a bitter taste in us, like a drop of dust around us. And the anger that follows us everywhere. There are silences that say a lot, more than all the words we confess. And all those questions that don't stand up. Obviously, obviously, we still dance on the chords we love so much. Obviously, obviously, we still laugh, we repeat like children, but not like before. Obviously, obviously, we still dance on the chords we love so much. And these battles that we fight, it's like a fatigue, a disgust. What's the point of running everywhere? Obviously, obviously, we still dance on the chords we love so much. Obviously, obviously, we still laugh, we repeat like children, but not like before. But not like before.
