I met a girl named
I don't remember
She had a short name
Blue eyes
She talked about the Stranglers
And Krishnamurti

We met
Where the road begins again
We understood each other
Maybe because we grew up
In the same province
Mechanical, dirty, holy, and sonic

In the nineties
When even the air was distorted
There was always somewhere
An electric guitar that blessed us
Saying it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
We cheer for revolt

There was always an amplifier
Someone shouting in a rehearsal room
Go where your heart explodes
Go where your heart explodes

That evening was strange, she seemed foreign
But it was just that she came from that province
That kills you or elevates you
That kills you or elevates you

She had learned English
Listening to the New York new wave scene
While like bombs the stars of the town
Were about to fall
But remained suspended

There in Modena even normal people
Went crazy for you
And all the boys together
Wrote you very loud prayers
For when you were feeling bad
To make you feel good

There was always a distortion pedal
Someone shouting in a rehearsal room
Go where your heart explodes
Go where your heart explodes
One day we will have to die
But not all the other days
But not all the other days

In this dirty, holy, and sonic province
Our dreams like a chemical reaction
Coming into contact with the air burned us
Illuminated, illuminated
Illuminated, illuminated
Illuminated and everyone shouted

Go where your heart explodes
Go where your heart explodes
One day we will have to die
But not all the other days
But not all the other days

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