Rumore Bianco - Flatheart

If the world is flat, this life is
Beset by an Antarctic wall of
Ice, 49 degrees below zero
And if life's a donut
All I had is just the hollow part
I'll fill it with the cardboard that I use for sleep
Around and around it's a fashion
The way that we're doing it now
The new sport is dropping a coin
And run away fast
Feeling that you can't do more no, no, no
When I see the cross above our beds
I feel so guilty and good for nothing
You're a cloud of names I cannot grasp
It's a crooked story that I'm living
I already knew dear lady
Two in distress make sorrow less
I wanted a house in the country
A garden, but now I am here
I thought I was wetting my pants
Overwhelmed by emotions
Just because you were by my side
Bye, bye, loneliness
There's no danger of starving
But it's bone chilling cold
City people keep better
Preserved and proud
Proud, very proud
That's the show that must go on
I'm feeling better now
But there's still an empty space
In me
A quick lunch with bread and a glass of wine
You're pointing a car over there
Couldn't we have a new start
Running away just like two Forrest Gumps
If you'll call me just warn me, I'll answer to you
If you told me before I would have been with you
Be with you

Written by:
Massimo Giovara

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