Sul Treno

How are you, what are you doing,
why on this train
where are you going, who are you with
you still see the one who never laughs,
are you happy with him?

Sleep here, if you want, I'll stop in Milan
want coffee, come on, there's none in the sleeper car
you can relax but come on...

I have stories when it happens, nothing serious though
close the curtains on the sun setting between us
and you, on the train going up there
now you're here and I don't know, if it's a coincidence or not

You on that side, me on this
the silence is embarrassing
quiet me, quiet you
I stare at my shoes but I would kiss you
you come closer and you do it
and as you always do what you want
and it tastes good you know
your scent, the smell of smoke you have
and you, on the train going up there
you hug me and you're already on my
weakest points
and you, on the train going up there
you reopen a story that
is closed now with you
and then you get dressed

(Maybe it's better this way, but yes)

I want to talk to you and I realize that
there's no topic
there's your scent, the smell of smoke on me
but you, on the train going up there,
you look in the mirror and you're already far away,
and you, on the train going up there
you ask me what time it is
you open the curtain and,
you're not there anymore...