Vita morte e miracoli

Days after days with you

If you look at me, I always strike a pose
I can already see myself in a wedding dress
Everything feels so trivial
A bouquet of flowers on the altar
Today, today I feel awkward but beautiful
Rome, you look at it, it spins your head
But in Milan, I feel out of place
Out of sorts, out of touch, out of style
I'm losing my mind
I wasted time asking you things I don't care about anymore
What do you do for a living? How's your family?
Do you wake up early or late? Not my business

It's been a while since I felt anything real
They lost me, suitcase gone at the airport
Damn, it's tough to stay under it all

I need days, after days, after days with you
Because after days, after days, after days
I don't even remember your name, what’s your name, who knows
I need days after days after days because
Maybe after all, after all, after all
There's really nothing left of us, nothing of us, who knows

Sometimes everything flies by and looks down on me
While I stay at the bottom
The future in someone else's glass
I tell you life, death, and miracles
You know it's all just lies
Big decisions aren't needed and calculations don't matter
We are life, death, life, death, and miracles

You waste time saying those phrases I don't care about anymore
You never think about how your folks are doing

Ask me who you are, ask yourself what those days after days, after days, after days, after days are for
Because after days, after days, after days I don't even remember your name, what’s your name, who knows
Days after days, after days aren't needed because
Maybe after all, after all, after all
There's really nothing left of us, nothing of us, who knows, who knows

Nothing of us
Nothing of us
Nothing of us