Do you know that music is pain?
Do you know that music is noise?
You know what? I feel good
You know what? I don't feel good
You won't ask me for permission,
if it's allowed
I leave promises to time
I leave your certainties with you
The guitar on the bed,
the verses that you have never written
I won't ask for your permission,
I prefer to burn myself on my own,
than to give into you right now
Where are you? In what part of the world?
Or are you still here and I don't notice it
You will find the balance I'm looking for,
or you will find it in every doubt you are
I wouldn't want to, I wouldn't want to,
but how much are you in a hurry to understand what we are?
Only the noise is what is left for you,
me, that is not capable to give it a name
And your slippery heart,
I cannot do otherwise than skate skate on it
You, in a corner alone
and I don't recognize you
Where are you? In what part of the world?
Or are you still here and I don't notice it
You will find the balance I'm looking for,
or you will find it in every doubt you are
I wouldn't want to, I wouldn't want to,
but how much are you in a hurry to understand what we are?
To understand what we are
To understand what we are
Or are you still here and I don't notice it
You will find the balance I'm looking for,
or you will find it in every doubt you are
I wouldn't want to, I wouldn't want to,
but how much are you in a hurry?
You already know what we are