Beauty doesn't last
Friday is always older
,the speech in those eyes has no meaning even if in a dictionary
,the whiteness that in this book, the more it becomes the more comfortable i become
,the cruelty in my my heart and the instinct that was never loved
, the sun,and the nicest stars, after the night it doesn't move
,and the youth will leave if we sang or we didn't.
The guys are just clapping, and the planets are spinning round us
without a sun we are light-some, we don't wanna sink, we don't wanna paddle
the girls are just chewing, aware that they clothes may fold