Lyrics

What to say

What to say when you return
If you ever come back
How to recognize the previous magic
And not hide my self in doubt

I get lost along the roads and with my choices
But I never really chose to be lonely
Isolated on the long and freezing days
If those were days... As if you could call it days

I’ll see you baby, deprived of lucidity
Without ever knowing the well-aimed routine
To know how to count the reverse hours
Urges to rest under crossfire

Fall asleep as if I were happy
Knowing I got nothing to lose
Draw a beaming star
Craving that it becomes You
You're coming back

I’ll see you baby, deprived of lucidity
Without ever knowing
The well-aimed routine
To know how to count the reverse hours
Urges to rest under crossfire

But then what to comment on then,
If we do talk again
Will I manage to tell you, at the right moment,
You are beautiful

I’ll see you baby, deprived of lucidity
Without ever knowing the well-aimed routine
To know how to count the reverse hours
Urges to rest under crossfire

I’ll see you baby, deprived of lucidity
Of the peace which inhabits
The well-aimed routine
To know how to count the reverse hours
Urges to rest under crossfire