Wonder

Veejay Andres - piano, guitar, drums, vocals
JV Andres - vocals
Justin Alcasid - bass guitar

As he’s sitting in his chair
The cigarette smoke is lingering in the air
And the sun touches his shoe
He looks out through the glass
The sound of cicadas and manicured grass
But his thoughts stretch out like shadows

Why does it hurt?
Just muscles and neurons.
What feels so wrong?
When maybe it’s what I deserve.

He stumbles through his house
A sink full of dishes, and a coffee stained blouse
He stares at small empty beds

Why does it hurt?
Just muscles and neurons.
What feels so wrong?
When maybe it’s what I deserve.

The breeze. Who opened that window?
To think that planes fly on thin air.

Why does it hurt?
Just muscles and neurons.
What feels so wrong?
When maybe it’s what I deserve.

He throws away his pack
As he opens the door, he slowly looks back
He grabs his wallet and his keys

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