Bottiglie Vuote

There’s a story buried in this sea
Like a syringe you shouldn’t step on
A summer that slips away and won’t come back
What were you born for? To learn to fly?
But when you dive, you’re spectacular
In this sky painted black like Anish Kapoor

You read my letter, it was full of notes
I’m a son of a bitch but also of Achilles
You know my weaknesses, but you won’t say them
To me who has a thousand, thousand, thousand

I’d like to take you to the sea at four in the morning
When everyone’s asleep except the waves
Watching planes flying to New York
They’ve tied you to the world by your ankles
But you hide dreams in empty bottles
What a heart, and you hope I’ll find them

On the little table of the ice cream shop, life fades
We go back to being kids asking for foam
Smoking a straw like it’s a Lucky Strike
(No way, no way)
Ash doesn’t mix with sand
Some grow up out of boredom, some because they change
In the end, everyone has a story they never tell

You’ve cried too many tears for this
Idiot
But I’ll try to put them back in your eyes
You’re like the sea: Unique, I’m like the
Shells
You know there are a thousand thousand thousand

I’d like to take you to the sea at four in the morning
When everyone’s asleep except the waves
Watching planes flying to New York
They’ve tied you to the world by your ankles
But you hide dreams in empty bottles
What a heart, and you hope I’ll find them

I’ll give you a new name in every language
I could call you a tourist
Even if I know you by heart
We children of the moon, we with big expectations
We runaways, we naked in the yard
We love letters sealed in a bottle
We strangers yesterday, but today already family

I’d like to take you to the sea at four in the morning
When everyone’s asleep except the waves
Watching planes flying to New York
They’ve tied you to the world by your ankles
But you hide dreams in empty bottles
What a heart, and you hope I’ll find them