Friendship

I was once talking to my friend Nadi, sitting in the plaza with some of the best and cheapest coffee in town, about what makes us such close friends. We came to the conclusion that even though most of the time we have no idea what's going on in our crazy, "inconcluso" friends' minds, we still try to be there for them, remembering and reminding them of their better selves. Or as my so very wise sister-in-law once said,"Puede ser bueno, o puede ser malo... nunca se sabe donde vas a ir."

Dig

We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify. Look me in the eye,
and ask for forgiveness.
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again.
Yes, you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.

So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday.

If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.

We all have a sickness
that cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.

So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another,
dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
Oh, each other when everything else is gone.

-Incubus