September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain.

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

September closes summer's door It's cold, late night, me on the floor. When does it start to all make sense? All of these scars are maps to explain. - Gaia

Non c'è più niente attorno soltanto macchine. Ognuno fa quello che può o resta immobile. - Gaia

La vita con te intorno ricordami com'è.

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.

La paladina del sorriso facile che si dispera. Vestita verde tropicale ma sembra una nuvola nera. - Gaia

Ti sei bevuto mai la fine di un pensiero. Hai respirato mai Il mare senza noi, seduto sopra ad un grattacielo. - Gaia

E riparto dal mio sudore. Dai miei calcoli fatti male, dalla stanza 309.

Densa, densa l’aria di questa stanza. C’è la mia testa dentro la nebbia. Densa, densa l’aria nella mia bocca e ogni parola quasi si tocca.