I close my eyes and jump, trusting a heartbeat, oh, oh,
Even if I don't look I know you'll catch me.
When my dad came to give me the news
By now nothing special is hard to explain.
Fear doesn't introduce itself before knocking,
But all that moving when still a child is harmful.
And if I think about it, I've never been afraid
But the meaning of home is beyond four walls,
And for every transfer I said goodbye to a part of me
The objects, the relationships, a heart doesn't create itself by itself.
At school I was always the new kid with the strange accent
Without a compass the world had a plan and memories
Like friends and parents I sat distant from the desk
Imagining
My brother by my side.
Now I hesitate when I'm asked who I am, a fragmented life in one hundred thousand photos
To close and to open doors, it restarts too many times,
Only a parachute and I would have felt strong.
I close my eyes and jump, trusting a heartbeat, oh, oh,
Even if I don't look I know you'll catch me.
We are on a thread, we are tightrope-walkers
A stretched thread held in the hands of angels
And we walk on top of question marks, begging to survive this life. The secret is not look further down, but to look down
To count the steps but to not think about it at all.
I hold my breath and then I'll entrust myself to touch
I still hold my breath whenever you hug me.
Time keeps the time, I dance along with the ticking
The problem is that I've had to say goodbye too many times.
Fear of hugging you and then not feeling you like my own
I should wave and then end up in the oblivion.
Bye, bye.
Just like I did with toys and then homes,
Like streetlights on roads do during the day
It's not my father's fault if I said goodbye to too many friends
Remind me how roots are made.