Probably I'm broken and a little lonely today but my eyes are skies and tonight I decided to rain. All of our thunders will be gone as long as I'm chasing brand new dawns.
E riparto dal mio sudore. Dai miei calcoli fatti male, dalla stanza 309.
I will know when it's time to soar and I will stand after every fall. So let me be wrong, let me be strong. Let me be everything even alone. I will go after brand new dawns.
Non c'è più niente attorno soltanto macchine. Ognuno fa quello che può o resta immobile.
