Forgetting ... all that cold gathered in one go,
from time ... every once in a while,
the forbidden games take us that cold.
I run between your fingers
your songs, your myths today ...
And we are desperate
for meeting and seeing us today
and see us today ...
More desire, but I move away,
I am a stranger here in my body.
So much calm despair.
I go out a lot ... sometimes I go back.
More desire, but I move away,
I am a stranger here in my body.
So much calm despair.
I go out a lot ... sometimes I go back.
The timbers of old platforms creak,
the dead ways they want to take us
to new infinite crosses.
Impossible destinations,
never ending nights.
And we are desperate
for finding us and seeing us today
and see us today ...
More desire, but I move away,
I am a stranger here in my body.
So much calm despair.
I go out a lot ... sometimes I go back.
More desire, but I move away,
I am a stranger here in my body.
So much calam despair.
I go out many ... sometimes I go back.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)