In this room
Pillows on the walls
Over thightened skirts
In your hand
A cigarette on hold
Ashes on the floor
A trace of lipstick lying on the coffee mug
Laughing with no flaws
At my silliest joke
And I m sitting on this train
Watching all the trees that blurs and fades
All these images of you
Torn apart and left to good
They will never coming back
And you live in every step.
Waiting there
Papers on the bed
Tears behind your hair
On your shelf
Pieces of a glass
Broken matches' heads
A drop of wine that's fallen on the carpet's end
Fire is burning low
Creaking of a door
And I m sitting on this train
Watching all the trees that blurs and fades
All these images of you
Torn apart and left to good
They will never coming back
And you live in every step.
On my trail
see My face
Like the rain
Should we fade away
I remain on the same train
So you're passing through this somber land
With your colors that will never fade
Will fade away
All these images of you
Torn apart and left to good
They will never coming back
And you live in every step.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI