I Threw My Hands Up In The Air, But My Arms Did...

Can you still feel the anticipation
before smiling?
No, I can't pretend
to your respectability


The trees are even darker right now
while the infinity covers this roof of imagination
Every moment I don't undergo these impressions,
they become more and more adulterated


Can you still feel the anticipation
before smiling?
No, I can't pretend
to your respectability


And I can't forget the summer that let it all end like that
When I needed not to feel sorry for who I am
But I lost the notes, they could never be reconstructed
So, leave it like it is. It's better that way

I think it's really better that way
All attention rapt on maintenance. There never were brighter days
Every moment I don't undergo these impressions,
they become more and more adulterated


Can you still feel the anticipation
before smiling?
No, I can't pretend
to your respectability