I hang all my thoughts on the walls
I let myself be dragged
in sensorial doubts
I search my pockets
for yesterday's change
I search my pockets
yesterday's change
Like trying to fix a point on the bottom of the sea
I don't even have a memory left that can explain
and yet I have always been nobody, because it doesn't open up to me
no one who knows how to fill the void that is in me
Among splinters of memory
I try to trace
the pieces of a story
lost inside me
I search in the drawers < br/>personal secrets
A deja vue while I look at a photo suddenly comes over me
I recognize your face and my instinct comes looking for you
and this time I swear I'm sure, you're sure the only
in the world who can fill the void that is in me
Like trying to fix a point on the bottom of the sea
after all everyone has something or someone to forget
and yet this time I'm sure, there is no other
in the world who knows how to fill the void that is in me

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