feels like rain

sometimes i like my town with a drop of color

my little ant farm

e capendo che ti ho perso ti scatto un'altra foto

i'm out of frame and the lighting's bad

… and the music has no theme

not so little black riding hood

you never see the lonely me at all

put your troubles in a box to store away from children

ignoring the signs

and if you're ever around, in the backstreets or the alleys of this town

build me a castle instead

guess the serenade is over

men in grey

men in black

wearing off on our dreams

jigsaw falling into place

constant overstimulation numbs me

at no time may both feet leave the ground

i saw a spaceship fly by your window

waiting like a stalking butler

and i knew the silence of the world

speak to me in a language i can hear

not sharing the same dreams… anymore

street spirit

shadows first