Corpus Christi

The aeronauts talk
About the blooming
Of the air in winter
And the astrophysicists
About the sun and the stars
In the universe

And me, who hasn’t seen you
In almost four days, I miss you
And me, who hasn’t seen you
In almost four days, I miss you

All the thinkers
Make their manifestos
But they lie about something
So when in doubt
Doubt everything
And everything is relative

But I don’t doubt
And I don’t lie either
If I forget something
If I forget something,
I’ll tell you that I love you
And I’ll tell you that I love you

But I don’t doubt
And I don’t lie either
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I love you

And me, who hasn’t seen you
In almost four days, I miss you
And me, who hasn’t seen you
In almost four days, I miss you