This was just a puzzle made of dreams.
With blood crushes in my arms.
Who can tell if scent that i smell
Is the same for both of us?
Who can say if the colours i see
Are the same for you and me?
Im not sure
And is so weird, so sad..
Every yesterday is empty
I have no breath on my skin .
I resist from trying to understand
If it was no more than a beautiful mess.
Or it was that stupid puzzle made of dreams.
Im not sure and i dont care
but i miss you.
who can knows if the Moon can find a cradle in traffic lights ?.
With blood crushes in my arms.
Who can tell if scent that i smell
Is the same for both of us?
Who can say if the colours i see
Are the same for you and me?
Im not sure
And is so weird, so sad..
Every yesterday is empty
I have no breath on my skin .
I resist from trying to understand
If it was no more than a beautiful mess.
Or it was that stupid puzzle made of dreams.
Im not sure and i dont care
but i miss you.
who can knows if the Moon can find a cradle in traffic lights ?.