I hear the distant sound of a crowdy road
and I imagine how the world could be so far from here.
Thirsty like a tree dried up by the sun,
I can only wait for one more magic tale.
Unable to climb on these stairs,
I need a help but no one’s here,
too jaded to scream,
I want you to hear, but as always you’re far away.
Let me use your wings for the last time, to feel the sky once again.
Can I watch the world through your eyes, ’cause mine are sick and tired.
I’d like to know the secrets of your mind to find the hidden door to get away.
You appear like a point in the red evening sky,
like an angel dressed in black, you obscure my sight.
You are the golden bridge on wich I can wait,
the only place where I can feel the caress of the wind.
I’m trying to stare at your flame,
to burn the straw inside my head,
I can feel the sweet taste
and breath new air of the world out of this field.
And everytime you say,
I can get away, even if you know that’s not true.
You can’t comprehend how distant we are,
two microscopic points lost in the universe.