There is no pain, you are receding,
a distant ship smoke on the horizon.
You are coming through in waves,
your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying...
When I was a child I had a fever:
my hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am...
I have become comfortably numb.
Chissà, quando l'hanno scritta forse pensavano a me...
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento