Tapestries of black and gold they're crying, looking through the windows I am watching you, you as you go by

di nuovo qui, giuro che poi smetto di saltare puntate

Miss the bus to stay you. Miss the bus to stay. Miss the bus to stay you. Miss the bus to stay cool

Gira, ora al suolo, ora che e' issata alta la ruota e girano i corvi alle calcagna

"This elevator only takes one down", she said "This place, this hotel lounge, it's my daily bread, but I'm underfed" He asked "Are you living in the night?

My Mazaradi goes 185. I lost my license. So now I can't drive. He's stinky. He's bad.

There's no such thing as a second chance. There's no such thing as another try. There's no such thing as starting all over, all you ever did was make me cry.

Have you been adventuring from your native grieving. I elect its conquered, she elects its conquered these paths to exit, these paths rise often, they are a lie, they are against you.

For all his good looks there were scars that he took and a lesson to be learned: never judge lovers by a good looking covers, the lover might be spurred

Tattooed your name on my arm. I always said my girl's a good luck charm. If she can find a reason to forgive, then I can find a reason to live.