I wish you bought me a personal ship
From wich we could say bye to those who stay
And that we had a war to lose
Who cares if I love you the way you are
The way you are not
Who knows what we are
Life with you is a comic funeral of all the things that have hurted me bad
In the light of the facts and of the last hours
You look to me like that guy
Who scares grannies in that rough old film
You are fingerprints
Saying nothing
And thanks god
No one's around
If you don't know who I am
I won't blame you, but take this story off you
Like crumbs from the cloth
We'll be like we've always been
Where we've always been
Never with people at all
Nothing to glory about
Much to complain about
Against who wrecked our sea walks
I often failed making use of plural
And now I have no space I gaze the cold and things between theet
I would spend the night being a speck in your eyes to see you cry again
I would spend the night being a speck in your eyes to see you cry
Of art and loudly singing
Perfume and speed along
Of hate and keep on waiting
Of trips and thinking of
Of coffee and cold air
Of loneliness and space
Of prototypes and pairs
Of time and of her face
Quel pomeriggio lo ricordo
Era freddo ma non troppo
Lei d'accordo, la vado a prendere alle 8
Musica alta nello stereo, divento sordo
Apre la porta noto subito il suo cappotto
Vistosamente vecchio, di un triste colore rosso
Trucco leggero, capello mosso
Poi restare male, poi restare male, poi restare male (male, male)
Più bella fuori che dentro m'ignori
MIGNO-ri