I look for a good excuse
to not be myself
uncomfortable, with a glass in hand, lost at a party
and I, who see everyone else dressed better than me
in this place you can't see that even the plants are fake
And I stared at the void out of that window
searching for something that truly interests me
let me take a spin because I need some open air
What would it be like, to be in a slightly different life
sometimes I'd like to live on a deserted island
but then I'd get bored at the end
Maybe if sooner or later you'd reserve
a room with a view of my troubles
and take me high, at least, at least
so high that I can't see down
maybe if you'll take me there
or if all your "buts" become "nevers"
And we were in the car,
staying out late,
immobile to think that things work out on their own,
and when you hold someone's hand,
meanwhile you've already forgotten their name
but if you hold me,
I remember it, here I am
I haven't responded to you anymore, but I haven't forgotten you
like riding a bike when the asphalt's wet
I remain balanced and if I think of you, sometimes I fall
Maybe if sooner or later you'd reserve
a room with a view of my troubles
and take me high, at least, at least
so high that I can't see down
maybe if you'll take me there
or if all your "buts" become "nevers"
Even if I don't know how to be close to,
and not even far from you,
we yell at each other, against the worst things
but then we'll see each other from my perspective
Maybe if sooner or later you'd reserve
a room with a view of my troubles
and take me high, at least, at least
so high that I can't see down
maybe if you'll take me there
or if all your "buts" become "nevers"