Perhaps
one afternoon in a port
night's fallen down ink
some sadness that overdoes it
perhaps something might bring you back
perhaps
a distance that's gotten smaller
might interrogate you for your mistakes
and head you towards me
perhaps..I'm saying... who knows?
For this possibility...that you might return
I don't go out of my house, I have no visitors
for this possibility... I leave my lights on at night
your glass is full, the door is half-opened
Come, don't be late... come and you'll see
I closed my borders for this possibility
and I blocked my dreams for a next love
Perhaps
at dawn one of your regrets
might crush you on your bed
and reveal to you that you loved me
and maybe you'll say you're sorry
perhaps
if you live with empty people
you'll be nostalgic of the way I was having your back
let emotions be a torrent
and maybe then.. you'll return
For this possibility...that you might return
I don't go out of my house, I have no visitors
for this possibility... I leave my lights on at night
your glass is full, the door is half-opened
Come, don't be late... come and you'll see
I closed my borders for this possibility
and I blocked my dreams for a next love