Scattered conversation; partly english, part italian
Every sentence we speak is a victory
Finding our feet among the cobblestones in streets
That lead to nowhere we need, just somewhere new to be

I don't know where I'm going next

The further I go and the less that I sleep, well the clearer it all becomes;
This is simple, this is easy
The more time that passes the less that I'll need you and soon I will just forget
This is simple
If only that were true

Breaking up each evening, ten's a crowd, fifteen's a party
Sober now for a while, until we start again
Strangers are our company; can friendship last when oceans get placed straight in between?
I know they can

I wonder where I'm going next