my hands are clean, as you can see
for they've touched seas and seas
I collect tears instead of pearls
among all colours of universe.
my face is clean, as you can see
apart from the same old ink drops
time's on my side and slowly
it leads you far from coming home.
sleep, as long as you can sleep
for all the things we need
are out of reach
promise, as long as you can do it
feel free to break your promises
how many times do I have to wonder why
and wonder how, once more
it's raining days, it's raining hours
it seems the heavens want me alive
I do believe in what love has made of me
even though it's madness, madness indeed
sleep, as long as you can sleep
for all the things we need
are out of reach
promise, as long as you can do it
feel free to break your promises
you're not alone at sea
look at my ships they're sailing
look at the waves that welcome you
you're not alone at sea
the pearls I've left will guide you here
and sleep, as long as you can sleep
for all the things we are
will stand still.
(it seems I re-wrote the story of Dido and Aeneas, but I swear I didn't want to)
mercoledì 18 marzo 2009
BROTHERS&SISTERS
for the years to come and for the miles that
could separate our hearts someday
I don't want chance to be blamed for everything
for the vowels missing and for february 13th
I still remember myself hiding
there's something else that flows between us
and it's still here.
give me your hands, both of them
you know what I have to say
but my breath is shorter than yesterday
and it's raining lead into my head.
for the years to come and for the place
that's hosted our souls so far
I don't want numbers and ideas to frighten you
for the ones who don't believe
that planets don't meet only once
there's something else that wakes me
it's my own silence.
give me your hands, both of them
you know what I have to say
but my breath is shorter than yesterday
and it's raining lead into my head.
could separate our hearts someday
I don't want chance to be blamed for everything
for the vowels missing and for february 13th
I still remember myself hiding
there's something else that flows between us
and it's still here.
give me your hands, both of them
you know what I have to say
but my breath is shorter than yesterday
and it's raining lead into my head.
for the years to come and for the place
that's hosted our souls so far
I don't want numbers and ideas to frighten you
for the ones who don't believe
that planets don't meet only once
there's something else that wakes me
it's my own silence.
give me your hands, both of them
you know what I have to say
but my breath is shorter than yesterday
and it's raining lead into my head.
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