eyes that...

Shivers can open my sweet sides
and my humid eyes that are not able now to read inside you
i'd like to spend all my nights listening to you and i'm afraid
of asking you "why don't you stay here?"
dwelling with you is showing me where
i'm used to hiding myself
a deep abyss which is too neverending to see
admitting it is not easy to me

i'll wait for the fall of this wall without yellow words
that noone's written on, by your lies, don't leave me alone
i'll wait for the end of this tired immoblity
there's no land we belong, in your dust, please let me whole

Panic makes me add my fears to yours, but I only manage
to nullify our behaviours
and the line of our happiness that we move as we like
sometimes could fall under zero
dwelling with you is showing me where
i'm used to leading myself
a deep abyss that you'll be no longer calling home
correcting me is difficult and wrong

i'll wait for the fall of this wall without yellow words
that noone's written on, all my dust, please let me blow
we are made of the same soft consistence that is of the clouds, the blood, the rain
even if we seem so brave
i don't take after the silence, but I know, sometimes, i could got its shape
life won't reflect all my blames

Angels could knock on my windows and my stupid eyes
that are unable now to read inside you.