If you were here beside me, instead of in New York If the curve of you was curved on me I’d tell you that I loved you, before I even knew you ‘Cause I loved the simple thought of you
If our hearts are never broken and there’s no joy in the mending There’s so much this hurt can teach us both, And there’s distance and there’s silence, your words have never left me, They’re the prayer that I say every day
Come on, come out, come here, come here Come on, come out, come here, come here Come on, come out, come here, come here Come on, come out, come here, come here
The lone neon lights and the ache of the ocean And the fire that was starting to spark I miss it all, from the love to the lightning And the lack of it snaps me in two
If you were here beside me, instead of in New York In the arms you said you’d never leave I’d tell you that it’s simple and it was only ever thus There is nowhere else that I belong
Come on, come out, come here, come here Come on, come out, come here, come here Come on, come out, come here, come here Come on, come out, come here, come here
The lone neon lights and the ache of the ocean, And the fire that was starting to spark I miss it all from the love to the lightning And the lack of it snaps me in two Just give me a sign, there’s an end with a beginning To the quiet chaos driving me back The lone neon lights and the warmth of the ocean And the fire that was starting to go out
In my blood flows sleep And the dark heavy rain The magnolia blooms so sweet Only torturing me To the stars my love To the sea To the wheels my love Till they roll all over me
You used to be alright What happened? Did the cat get your tongue Did your string come undone One by one One by one It comes to us all It’s as soft as your pillow…
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The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick … (♥️)
Blues…” passa il tempo con una donna che ama e dimentica i “brutti giorni” – Il Narratore della storia.
Siamo le cose che ci dimentichiamo Virgole che mettiamo quando non parliamo Sento il vento in gola quando prendo fiato Voglio solo urlare una canzone a caso…
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