Inside the replay
You’re through billions of strangers,
And you leave no
Shiny car trail
Even from the suburbs
Like the dreams you’ll have
Or will rent out
When you’ll fall asleep
With your shoes on, on the bed
Inside the replay
My head facing a bit upwards
Just like a photograph
You’re there, too, before leaving
“If I stay here longer
It’ll feel like dying
And looking in the mirror
Suddenly vanishing”
The starts fall and I’m blind
And where they’re falling, I don’t know
I’ll struggle, I’ll try, for real
To have always over myself the scent of your hands
Managing to have three dimentional dreams
Not asking the World anything,
Apart from you
Like something that’s not there
Looking everywhere, even inside of myself
I can see you
Inside the replay
For a second, she was there too
But in that moment
I deleted something
The time, it’s regularity, stopped
And as if I was dying
Even the moon disappeared
The eclipse started
The stars fall
It must be true
And I don’t know if I’ll be there
Where I’ll go
I don’t know if I deserve it or not
If I'll correct the effects of my nuclear errors
If I’ll find the guts, I’ll call you tomorrow
And the further I’ll be, the closer you’ll be
Forgotten and mute
Like somebody who isn’t even there
I will come back, I will…
…Feel over myself the scent of your hands
At night, I’ll have three dimentional dreams
Without asking the World anything,
Not even you
Without asking mysef why
I can see you everywhere
Even inside myself
I can see you