What shall I do, just to feel
A little over zero,
When I'm looking for the perfect things
Some fantasies they save
It is just raining
It is just micro macro mood
It is
Stop
Calling me with a name
Stop
Talking about me, I am nowhere
You
Come speak to me easy like hands on skin
Come speak
Oh I should not be worried
There's a white land and
In the other room, in the other room,
I'm the other
Here it comes
The joy of being alone
I'm such a child
I need some darkness and sunshine
I'm still afraid of being
Oh she says I'll let you be
In your little world
Parlami come il vento fra gli alberi
Parlami come il
Love love love love love love love
I have to say
Tic tac
Tic tac
Run up those stairs
Cause somone's waiting
You'd better ru
Some things are hidden in weird lands
Just like treasures
Volcanic bombs