Questa Notte

If I think back to those first nights
Love, sex, those first dinners
And I don’t know what happened
A big mess inside of me
If I imagine a noun

To describe what I feel
A red fruit, a maze
Either it doesn’t exist or I just can’t reach it
You’re like a forest to me
But I’m just a tree next to you
An omelet, a wonder
But I’m just a tree next to you

What are you doing tonight?
The rest, who gives a damn
Where are you going tonight?
The rest, who gives a damn

I remember your black Converse
That you wore all summer long
The door open, our words
Carried around by the fireflies
And sometimes we chased each other

Without catching each other, for no reason
We were just messing with each other
I was always too serious
You’re like a forest to me
But I’m just a tree next to you
An omelet, a wonder
But I’m just a tree next to you

What are you doing tonight?
The rest, who gives a damn
Where are you going tonight?
The rest, who gives a damn

Desperate love
Punches you, leaves you breathless
Desperate love
Alone, soaked, still the only one