Ultimo intento

Last attempt

Sex, silence, sighing over his mouth.
That summer came visceral, filled my cup.
I can't stay any longer, pack my bags:
I'm going to fight another new war on this journey.

Rain, city, blackout, in a note.
A fatherless child is waiting in every drop.
Don't explain to me anymore, explanations don't satisfy me.
I'm going to try something new in this sentence:

Open fire. I don't give up easily.
There's always another flight.
And it's your last chance.
Sharpen up. Don't let go on the...
...last attempt.

I'm going to sing my song, there's no time left.
This is, for me, and for you, the last attempt.
(And from now on each one will be) truly the last.
Or I'll be at war with the world.

CHORUS

"...It all ended, we could have been happy all afternoon,
but a wild clock undid the sun
coloring orange bubbles.
It was to say goodbye that I sat on your lap.
I was saying goodbye, even though you didn't know.
Still, you stayed soft, looking into my eyes...
And you answered me with three sweet kisses.
Undressing in the sun, while I hear you struggling
with speakers that no longer work
I felt so good that I even thought:
'We can be happy all afternoon
scratching the guitar a bit'
(and trying to let some peace
creep into your brain...)"