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Empty Spaces
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Rock
Empty Spaces fue lanzado el 22 de abril de 2022 por Material Fields como parte del álbum Material Fields
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Fecha de lanzamiento22 de abril de 2022
Sello discográficoMaterial Fields
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Lorenzo Pasini
Lorenzo Pasini
Guitarra, Sintetizador, Voces
Piano Salvi
Piano Salvi
Piano
Cristiano Marchesi
Cristiano Marchesi
Bajo eléctrico
Marco Paganelli
Marco Paganelli
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Lorenzo Pasini
Lorenzo Pasini
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Lorenzo Pasini
Lorenzo Pasini
Producción

Letra

Every single brick we laid
To build our cherished homes
And every star the eye can catch
So far I'll never touch
All the pieces we're made of
They push and pull all day
We're made of empty spaces, dear
We spend our lives to fill
Sensations I don't try
Can't teach me how to feel
While each and every cry
Means something here is real
The times our eyes can touch
And make the daylight dim
They may not mean that much
If we're just clouds of steam
Delete my anxiety
If something can be
Then something will be
Remind me that I need to breathe
Because I can't cease
No I will not cease
To be
Every single brick we laid
To build our cherished homes
And every star the eye can catch
So far I'll never touch
All the pieces we're made of
They push and pull all day
We're made of empty spaces, dear
We spend our lives to fill
See, those sparkles, how they glow
Like chalk drawings on a stone
Lose perspective as they grow
Bringing light upon your clones
All those versions of you, though
Couldn't get where you belong
Know the things only you saw
You're tangible, so valuable
Inside your cone
Every single brick we laid
To build our cherished homes
And every star the eye can catch
So far I'll never touch
All the pieces we're made of
They push and pull all day
We're made of empty spaces, dear
We spend our lives to fill
All the roads I've ever walked
The faces that I've worn
Now grey and torn
The hopes that didn't fly
The days of my decline
But they're my own
Written by: Lorenzo Pasini
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