venerdì 12 giugno 2009

Nobody knows. Sono io.












Sun been down for days


A pretty flower in a vase


A slipper by the fireplace


A cello lying in its case


Soon she’s down the stairs


Her morning elegance she wears


The sound of water makes her dream


Awoken by a cloud of steam


She pours a daydream in a cup


A spoon of sugar sweetens up


And she fights for her life


as she puts on her coat


And she fights for her life on the train


She looks at the rain as it pours


And she fights for her life


as she goes in a store with a thought


she has caught by a thread


she pays for the bread and she goes…


Nobody knows


Sun been down for days


A winter melody she plays


The thunder makes her contemplate


She hears a noise behind the gate


Perhaps a letter with a dove


Perhaps a stranger she could love


And she fights for her life


as she puts on her coat


And she fights for her life on the train


She looks at the rain as it pours


And she fights for her life


as she goes in a store with a thought


she has caught by a thread


she pays for the bread and she goes…


Nobody knows


And she fights for her life


as she puts on her coat


And she fights for her life on the train


She looks at the rain as it pours


And she fights for her life


as she goes in a store


where the people are pleasantly strange


and counting the change as she goes…


Nobody knows








Sono io.

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