Go Away
A.Buonocore
Con l'estate verràfinalmente il sereno
e ci riscalderàil vento africano.
Gente antica del sud venuta dal mare
che sa ancora cantare e sa fare l'amore...
Il treno passeràtra distese di ulivi
quando si fermeràdormiremo vicini.
E staremo a parlare
di chi non sa dove andare
di chi non tornerà...
non tornerà...
di quelle ferite che lasciano le parole
che qui non fanno male
perché le asciuga il sole...
qui non ci fanno male...
One More Word
With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again...
With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you
needed it more
Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more...
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround
Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more
And I will color you all red, I will color you all...red
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Braided conversation
Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up...