Perfect days
and perfect reasons
for the question you had

So you put your hands
on the hands
of the man
who was talking loud
and stalking proud.

It was a rainy day
and you were wearing
a coat and a scarf
easily bound to the ground
You were hanging
and trembling
for whispering his breath
The last breath or the day.

So you opened you eyes,
he was simply there
and whispering
and trembling
you told him the truth.

You put your hands
on the hands
of the man
who was talking loud
and stalking proud

It was a simple man
and you were tricking
as if you were beating
easily connected to life

You were smiling
and trembling
for living his days
The last days on the year.

So you opened your eyes
he was simply there
and whispering
and trembling
you told him the truth

You put your hands
on the hands
of the man
who was talking loud
and stalking proud
Oh you put your hands
on the hands
of the man
who was talking loud
and stalking proud