And then try to run away from the same mistakes
and from the good things, despite yourself
From the anxiety of feeling good that keeps us awake
From the insecurity you don't know why (you have it)
From the game of memories, the sharpest ones
that make you bleed, don't collect them
From all of those projects that are always more important
Not to know, not to have to, never to understand what you want
But if there was the sea behind that door
the transparent place where you could lose yourself
If the soul at the mirror was a discovery
far away from the need to run away
If inside the fear there was nothing
only the sound of the life that is moving
If all the riches were this moment
something you were looking for elsewhere
And then to try to forget those looks
of a father who was returning and was never speaking
the attractive hypothesis that it is too late
to start saying the word "us"
That sterile security that doesn't last long
not to know, not to have to, never to understand what you want
But if there was the sea behind that door
the transparent place where you could lose yourself
If the soul at the mirror was a discovery
far away from the need to run away
if the center of the winter was only
the nostalgia for the sun while it's raining outside
If all the riches were this moment
something you were looking for elsewhere
And to take the baggage of memories and expectations
that clutter more and more all of those excuses
and the unconsciousness of living, fly at a high altitude
You don't risk anything, where have you left it?
Where have you left it?
Where have you left it?
Where have you left it?
But if there was the sea behind that door
the transparent place where you could lose yourself
If the soul at the mirror was a discovery
far away from the need to run away
If after your war the time
inevitably builds new wonders
If all the riches were this moment
something you were looking for elsewhere
And then the instinct to still follow the reason
something you were looking for elsewhere