Lira Versilia

White wine is the excuse But what I want is your sway We will dance some blues You are not like those men Paris the first stop Cigarettes our mates Thinker of the world Tell me all the things inside your head You never say Pictures on the wall Making my skin burn No more names around Our veins of pain I'll try Got no safety nets In the words you say Dear, poetry is your speech Forever Now we're quiet lying on the ground Glory days are back and by your side Silent singing drunk our lullabies Soda was never enough for us Doesn't matter if the river's dry I am dripping other fluids I don't want to talk a lot more now But tomorrow we can talk about tomorrow Don't go away... But if you do I'll be sitting reading all your notes Drinking lemonade with my bare thoughts Thinking about all these tacky words But tomorrow doesn't matter Doesn't matter if the river's dry I am dripping other fluids I don't want to talk a lot more now But tomorrow we can talk about tomorrow