I'd like to build a house.
No one could ever find.
Where I could cross a bridge,
And leave you all behind.
A fountain would be nice.
Where i could go and drown.
And sleep between the ice,
and winters frozen ground.
And when I'm over you and sober.
I'll wake up.
And if there was a tree.
I'd climb up to the crown,
And hide between the leaves,
And never come back down.
I wish I had a bed.
So small it could get lost,
and I'd lay my empty head.
On pillows made of moss.
And when i'm over you and sober.
I'll wake up.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI