Cara Prudenza

(le cose che contano si sparpagliano per terra come un sacchetto di biglie rotto, e mentre mi metto a gattoni sul pavimento per raccoglierle e non perdere il conto e non far inciampare gli altri – vivo in una casa piena di permalosi -, salta fuori questa canzone che è quasi tutto. E io me ne starò zitto per un po’, nel silenzio i tuoi vestiti ballano, sarà che fuori tira la bora e siamo solo ad ottobre)

Sit on a train, reading a book
Same damn planet every time I look
I try to relax, slow my heart beat
Only works when I’m dead asleep
Been thinkin and drinkin all over the town
Must be gearing up for some kind of meltdown

All I am is a body floating downwind
All I am is a body floating downwind

“What’s wrong?
“Nothin”
“Are you sure nothin’s wrong?”
“Yeah”
“But you’re sad about something”
“Yeah”
“So tell me what, I don’t know”
“I can’t tell you”
“I can’t tell you”
“I can’t tell you”
“I can’t tell you”

All I am is a body floating downwind
All I am is a body floating downwind

Sit on a train, reading a book
Same damn planet every time I look
I try to relax, slow my heart beat
Only works when I’m dead asleep
Been thinkin and drinkin all over the town
Must be gearing up for some kind of meltdown

As the express train passes the local
It moves by just like a paper boat
Although it weighs a million pounds
I swear it almost seems to float
And as we pass by each other
Our heads are filled with bother
We can’t look, we can’t stop
We can’t think, we can’t stop
Cause we’re stuck in our own paths
And that’s the way it always lasts
And I need something more from you.

All I am is a body floating downwind
All I am is a body floating downwind
All I am is a body floating downwind
All I am is a body floating downwind.

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