I drenched my body in life’s days
put no crown of thoughts this time and words quiet away
let that wind drive us along
and I really glided with you
in the current of life in which is worthwhile to live.
For what it gives and for what it simply is
I won't ask nothing this time
yield to what life offered me.
I lived on stars and I lived on rounded skies
I lived on salt an’ huts, I lived on cigarettes, on a hobo fly
I lived on your skin, on you glued
and I lived on your nonsensical dark mood
I lived on your body breathing easier in a hardly-taken hug.
For what you are and for what you simply give
I won't ask nothing this time
yield to what you’re offering me.
Just ask some quiet in this world of tempest,
just ask some stillness in this head, a little rest
‘cause I feel being is not inside me, but in what I live
without this, my rounded carpet, an empty rotten world you would be. my eyes are shining now ‘cause the world let us be
my eyes are burning now because you want me.
I’ll claim nothing this time, I swear, I’ll just let it be.
Considering facts: something changed.
He was running blind looking for himself
and the sky was burning,
around him were turning dry and muted smiles.
He was jumping through colors but ignored how to play
He never had someone who was close enough to say:
rules are quite easy, my friend
don’t you loose your faith,
keep on dreaming and keep on straight.
He had sun on his paper, but shadows on his pen
He hid his desires and smothered all his love.
Turning around, around and around of you dreaming.
Turning around, around and around never ending.
One day he broke down, down in his grave.
He broke his two legs, had to learn to walk again.
He opened his eyes: Life
was showing Her tiny fingers,
She was picking on the strings
and She was welling
the old sounds of talking
with new sounds of spring.
Sun on his paper, but shadows on his pen.
He hides his desires and fires all his love.
Turning around, around and around of you dreaming.
Turning around, around and around never ending.
We've been here and we've been there
through this windy stream.
We've been feeding off its eyes
thought it has no ending.
But we have no faith any more
We have to find a whole new sense.
We are strangers dancing in the dust
waiting for a limitless and holy rest.
We've been here and we've been there
underneath its carpet.
We've been knocking at its door
came down one more step.
But we have no faith any more
We have to give this world a sense.
We are strangers dancing in the dust
waiting for a limitless and holy rest.
I call something to make me see
of this world a deeper smell.
Hear the children ring their bell,
hear their voices calling me.
Got your light in one hand,
got your silence in the other.
Leave me here by your river,
let me slide here on your sand.
I look at you, at your deep black eyes
to find myself on a old way home.
You broke the silence that was closed in my deep bone,
I choose your face, I choose your lies.
Keep me through the garden of your laughs,
keep me through your calling jelly mouth,
keep me trambling, keep me high,
keep me dying by your side.
I’m standing at your door, waiting for an answer.
Tired looking you sit at the window, I can’t see no light in your eyes.
Your skin is fading away, is turning pale
the paint of your eyes is trickling down.
It is trickling down, it is trickling down your face.
It is running out, it is running out of grace.
Can’t you see that I’m blown? Can’t you see that I'm drown?
Can’t you see that I’m fed up to try
to learn once again how to look to your sky?
I got a hole in my body, hole in my body
I got a hole in my soul.
I got a hole in my body, hole in my body
I got a hole in my soul
That can’t be filled up from me.
All the words have been spoken the heart wide open
they were wasted matters, they were wasted water.
Love anyone you want, you will have to leave them.
Live anyway you want, you will have to die.
I am trickling down, I am trickling down your face.
I am running out, I am running out of grace.
Can’t you see that I’m blown? Can’t you see that I’m drown?
Can’t you see that I’m fed up to try
to learn once again how to look through your eyes?
I got a hole in my body, hole in my body
I got a hole in my soul.
I got a hole in my body, hole in my body
I got a hole in my soul
That can’t be filled up from me.
Pictures on pictures jammed between me and your eyes,
tell me where you’re looking when you whisper the new lie.
It’s not the color that you’re carrying, not the color you’re a-like.
They are pictures of appearance, not the ones we are standing by.
No fake roles here have to be played, when your hands are on the wheel. No new gods here have to be prayed, what whe got here is what we feel. It’s not the music that you’re carrying, not the music of your hill.
They’re melodies of appearance, not the ones we’re feeling here.
Time has collapsed now, in your word and in your silence.
Astonishment, passion, breathe and desire.
Raw new self-confidence now you smile from the distance.
Get those paintings and set them on fire.
Come on, get those pictures and set them on fire!
Come here and take me by the hand,
please, all you want offer is what
I
will from now just pretend.
Why
do you carry the fire I got?
In there, there is something not clear, fair
was not the game I played with
you.
I hope you’ll like this treasure.
Do
what is better for us, for you.
You are the brightest light for both my eyes.
Far is the circle of your soul.
But I will protect you from my lies
and fine you will live in this cold world,
with me.
I cross the road on a deep hot world
its words are heavy and somehow cold.
Take me by the hand and show me how it works
'cause I'm keeping my eyes on what does hurt.
I'm riding on my hell baby, can't you see?
The sun in my hands here can't be free.
While slides on the scene the rythm of your line
lights are passing by on the dock of my time.
Have mercy on me,
I'm lost in this traffic of fouls.
Let me play this game,
cut the ancient pain,
leave this old refrain
on the dock of my time.
On the dock of my time smiles are flying
On the dock of my time children are playing
On the dock of my time shoes are dancing
On the dock of my time dogs are trambling
All this perfect movies,
all confused and hazy
keep calling people to join in
on the dock of my time.
I climb wide skies to see more clear,
to find the secret of this appeal.
I look through the glasses and all this brains
but all I got is the same refrain
on the dock of my time.
On the dock of my time smiles are flying
On the dock of my time children are playing
On the dock of my time shoes are dancing
On the dock of my time dogs are trambling
All this perfect movies,
all confused and hazy
keep calling people to join in
on the dock of my time.
Day is turning down,
the world’s face get ready for the night.
I need a big sleep now,
what I need is to grasp this mess around.
You are the full moon of my night,
you are the full sun of my day,
you are the safety boat of my lonely sea.
Day is turning down,
I want you to think about this one:
tomorrow is rising a new sun.
I want you to take advantage on the morning come.
Dry, dry laughs are crossing
in the moist sensation of your abscence.
Your look on the world is too far now,
day is turning down.
You are the full moon of my night,
you are the full sun of my day,
you are the safety boat of my lonely sea.
