A Medio Vivir

Life here is split in half - like an unfinished toast or an unsigned letter. Every line breathes with unspoken words, as if someone pulled the plug in the middle of a favourite tune. The heart beats, but in half-tones, breathing as if through one lung. And yet, memory slips in warmth: a touch, a rhythm, breathing in time. This song is about that strange existence ‘halfway,’ when you seem to be living, but you're still waiting, as if you've put off the most important things for later.