the want was (kicking/not siting still), screaming
was blasting.. was singing
in the dead of thenight on the chest of
Boredom that night was too much
and was searching, was calling
200principals and instead she was
dame of the castle
RIT: (chorus)
yours is a relative red
without a stain of love but now
will sing inside you
for the great loneliness and
go on.. love yourself for this night
'cause tomorrow you return in your (true)self but
it's not amusing because
you want something less difficult
There was shyness but was disappearing
(she)was escaping in the night.. (she) was dispersing
from the eyes of
shewas playing regret ,she was hiding
and was showing, searching
the hunter and instead she was the
prey inside the woods
RIT: (chorus)
and you don't rest anymore
only the screen and you (and I feel pity)
keyboard and soul
I can prove to you now that
sex has other forms
the want was (kicking/not siting still), screaming
was blasting.. was singing
in the dead of thenight on the chest of
Paola..oh..Paola..
Boredom that night was too much
200principals and instead she was
dame of the castle
RIT: (chorus)x 2