6 acessos
Scattered conversation; partly english, part italian
Every sentence we speak is a victory
Finding our feet among the cobblestones in streets
That lead to nowhere we need, just somewhere new to be
I don't know where i'm going next
The further i go and the less that i sleep, well the clearer it all becomes;
This is simple, this is easy
The more time that passes the less that i'll need you and soon i will just forget
This is simple
If only that were true
Breaking up each evening, ten's a crowd, fifteen's a party
Sober now for a while, until we start again
Strangers are our company; can friendship last when oceans get placed straight in between?
I know they can
I wonder where i'm going next