And if we imitated the walk of the stars
After a calm night under the moon's reflection
We walked in the cold, burning coffee on the station platform
I loved you, for the duration of my lead
It was out of the question to turn the other cheek
Apparently, it was all talk

There was the manner, there was no substance
We accommodated the heavy gazes
Ciao, you're probably on the passing train
I'm tired but I'm dropping 16s
Do we touch wood or embrace oaks?
We should have skipped the words and relied on signs
Once the album is finished, I have to stage it
On the verge of getting lost, we forgot to tell our brothers that we're proud of them
The slope was more than steep
Yeah babe, I'm not here, the album is coming
I don't want to play the poet or the American
On the verge of getting lost
Once the album is finished, I have to stage it

We forgot to tell our brothers that we're proud of them
The slope was more than steep
I talked about myself, anyway I had to talk to you about something
Let time pass, we'll watch the moon with a glass of red
The images were passing so fast
I leave the studio, the sun is rising
First to arrive, last to leave
I have one session left and a last ten bucks
There's dust on the photos on the walls
I forgot the purpose of all this crap
It's 5:22
It should have been just another nonsense
I have to erase myself, let the production linger

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