I've left in the armchair
Some paintings and a blank story.
There is no beginning and no ending,
Just write what you want to write.
And when you breathe
Try to be the one who brings the air.
When it’s inhaled
It’ll bring the world by your side.
I've left in the armchair
Some paintings and a blank story.
I’m going somewhere else,
The journey might be long.
The bubble in which I grew up
Sold us comfort and tied up our hands.
But I chose ambiguity,
You chose the ghost and the real
Altogether.
And when I breathe
I try to be the one who brings the air.
When it’s inhaled
It’ll bring the world by my side.
Breathe
So deep that the air breaks.
Although this time,
If I don’t breathe it’s to avoid suffocating.
Try to hold your breath…
Try to hold your breath…
And when I breathe
I try to be the one who brings the air.
When it’s inhaled
It’ll bring the world by my side.
Breathe
So deep that the air breaks.
Although this time,
Perhaps is better to go.
Try to hold your breath…
Try to hold your breath…