I'm a dull and distant moon
Oscillating in and out of tune
With the tides that's draw me nearer
To the black hole in the mirror
And I float in a way
That a despondent ghost
Leers at his grave
Sinking to space
In the back of my head
Tracing lines across the sky
Laps in time reverie goes by
But constellations and deceivers
For longing dreamers to believe in
And I shrug in a way
That a respondent cog
Accepts his fate
Eclipsing the rays
In the back of my head
In the back of my head

INVIA LE CORREZIONI