Esiste

You know there's always a place you'd like to go
A place where the fire never goes out
A place where even the wind calls you, looks for you, wants you
A place where life belongs to everyone and no one

Exists, of course it exists, I've never found it
And mine are just wishes
That remain suspended to that moon
Motionless in a sky of whys
And you know that angels don't paint, even if you break their wings
You know that angels don't lie even when they tell lies
They're the ones who hold your hands when someone loves you
And never get tired of telling you that happiness isn't there
That it's just an invention of poets
A stupid old rhyme between two words
But breathe me without ever waking me up
Because even a nothingness often fills the heart
Play me inside like music
And make me believe you won't be just a dream

That it's just an invention of poets
A stupid old rhyme between two words
But breathe me without ever waking me up
Because even a nothingness often fills the heart
Play me inside like music
And make me believe you won't be just a dream!