Here it is It brings the nothingness of tomorrow Here it is It brings the silver of another sorrow The last wave The very last wave And then it arrived
We, in this blowing of time We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground With no more poetries to cry We're still here without a place
Mille anni orson' Fantasie retro Accadra domain O puo darsi mai A thousand years ago Retro fantasies It's gonna happen tomorrow Or never [Solo: Massimiliano
Sometimes the night Brings memories, sometimes the night Brings feelings you thought they are died In some dusty, forgotten lost hall of your mind yes
And I leave your world As a little alien, broken hearted Night stained eyed Solitude-stained eyes As I jump in my shuttle Away through the ocean sky With
Here is it It brings the nothingness of tomorrow Here is it It gives the silver of another sorrow The last wave The very last wave And then it arrived
Bitterness blows in the heart Like chilly draughts in the hall Of a crystal castle Lost among clouds made of gold Those anxieting visions Images behind
[Depeche Mode cover]
I can't say where you are Can't see where you are Can't stay in the Sun And I wonder, why am I even here right now Attending this slow parade Of massive
Lights beyond everfalling drops From a timeless rail leaves a train to the stars Blue of sad tunes filtering the door Introducing the loveless down Emptied
And the Winter did the things I wanted to be done No matter the pain in gave, The rain continued to fall on and on So the wind brought grief, And the
Upon the rivers of the day It blows a cool breeze in the air Of thoughts and shimmering hours of May And all its feelings I dared to walk down by the
Speechless Unreal Drowning in an abyssal silence Slowly moving through this immensity I fly, swimming in this darkblue sky It's cold, I'm scared and
Incomprehensible like life Unexplainable like infinity My Lord, my God An abstract entity the music is Inconceivable like life Immeasurable like infinity
Testo The Promise (Arcadia) Whose tears on a gaping voice Who's stretching arms match The hunger of mine There lips will they never join But always draw
There at the borders Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life We run and run in circles Till the world stops spinning round (Run in circles, and the
Naive blind eyes Childish white eyes The good Child of the evil The mother came to her daughter Giving her a bit of herself A bit of her madness A bit