I know you by your hair, frizzy like cypresses
by the way you walk, the way you dress
by your eyes, wide open like the comics you read
by how you think you've got more flaws than perks
by the invisible you throw on every morning
by the incisives you bite every pencil with
by the back, arched by the weight of the expectations
as if you carried them around in shopping bags
and by the short-veiled shyness that can't seem to hide you
by how you turn red and shelter yourself from the embarassment pouring down
with a smile you open like a broken umbrella.
Could I knock down the shield of the passing years
I'd gift you the inconsistency of the scorn, of the others
I know that we're as present as we are distant
I know well how you feel and I know how wrong you are, believe me
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
Eyes down, you look for the reason to another step
but behind you there's the hook and in front of you, the white shark
and you feel lone when everyone else gets in packs
You feel free, but in reality you're weighing yourself down
Everyone in armours, riding their horses
You - ripped, lame sweaters.
You were born in the warm South but unfortunately
you see only snow and cold all around, like a Yeti
Your life is a cinema and you keep quiet
Your bottles have no messages
Those who say that the world is beautiful
have never seen what you're creating in order to stay here
You stay silent, no opinions
your roof - stars and planets
DIve right into your limbo, slave to your thoughts
You strive through your wall-less labyrinth
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
We're the same, we do astral travels
with our skulls in our hands
we have planetaries between our parietal bones
We're the same thing, we're not blood related
The only thing separating us it's calendars
Go, left heel in
Charon, straight towards Hell
Long runs, bitten nails, bad moods
some night vanished in an uncertain sleep -
and then the fire.
Could I appear like a ghost I would right now
but I'd scare you off, cause I'd be the shadow of myself
and you'd say: "Look, I'm alright
From what I see, you're the opposite"
I survived the woods and I slaughtered the ogre.
Leave me be, make an effort, gain the universe
and don't be afraid because
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key
No, it's not true
that you can't do it, that there isn't a key