(puerta)



All this time

All this worry

All this way to go for nothin'



What's the sense

Of the hurry

You tell me if you sense somethin'



I dreamed a lot when i was younger

I'm older now and still i hunger

For some understanding

There's no understanding, now

Was there ever?



One thin line

Draws the border

Between madness and the genius

But no pen can erase it

So we keep these things between us



I dreamed a lot when i was younger

I'm older now and still i hunger

For some understanding

There's no understanding, now was there ever?



'and my front brain would not accept my thinker see? no kiddin'