A WORD OR TWO

You are not obliged to understand me 
I almost don’t feel the need to insist 
you offered me a love made of plastic 
but did you ever ask yourself if deceiving me was the honest thing to do

Remember you’re the one that’s not there when I cry
You’re the one that doesn’t  know when my birthday is
When I’m floundering in the dark 

But how can I give my heart and soul and be able to believe 
that everything is more or less easy when it’s impossible 
I wanted to be stronger than all your uncertainties 
but I can’t make do 
with a love made of plastic if that’s all you can give me
You are the fire that’s difficult to light 
There’s no excuse but yet you know how to confuse me  

Remember you’re the one that’s not there when I cry
You’re the one that doesn’t know when my birthday is 
When I’m floundering in the dark 
But how can I give my heart and soul and be able to believe 
that everything is more or less easy when it’s impossible 
I wanted to be stronger than all your uncertainties 
but I can’t make do 
with a love made of plastic if that’s all you can give me

I wanted to be stronger than all your uncertainties 
but I can’t make do 
with a love made of plastic if that’s all you can give me

but I can’t make do 
with a love made of plastic if that’s all you can give me 

I wouldn’t let the lights go out on a thrilling experience     
because then I would no longer see the stars dancing  
I wouldn’t change an angel’s song           
because I would no longer live painting deafening pictures   

Night breathes the scent of peace            
I touch it with my skin                              
I don’t only feel mute colours under my skin       

I wouldn’t let the lights go out on a thrilling experience      
because then I would no longer see the stars laughing    

I wouldn’t change an angel’s song     
because I would no longer have any reason to write   

I hear Marianna’s voice again               
the flavour-less sound vibrating     
and the silent pages of her life                      
explode in me making no sound                   
just mute colours under my skin                        

As if I could be anything other than fragile                         
measure out my energy drop by drop        
I can be happy gathering the tatters of my silent struggles                                 

where has certainty gone                                      
if the touch of your hand isn’t the same  anymore      
where’s the certainty                                     
if, maybe, one day I’ll have to say I made a mistake        

As if I knew how to buy indifference               
and keep looking for some far-off understanding   
I can be happy re-reading my diaries           
in the old, empty kitchen                  

where has certainty gone                       
if the touch of your hand isn’t the same anymore               
where ‘s the certainty                       
if maybe, one day I’ll have to say I made a mistake       

where has certainty gone                                         
if the touch of your hand isn’t the same anymore       
where’s the certainty                                                            
if maybe, one day I’ll have to say I made a mistake             

….but I can be happy                               
I can be happy with very little

You look down a hole and you can’t see the light  
inside the ants are talking about me     
silence all around makes it’s easy     
to hear the clouds speak

and in this silence I think about that dumb, dirty trick 
played on me so slyly behind my honourable back  
well !   
Why don’t you say something so that I can flush you out 
With your tongue like a rattlesnake
spit venom at your brothers and sisters...    

Perhaps the sun is shy   
It doesn’t talk to the wind about the strange excitement it feels inside  
while the black-and-blue sea remains suspended beneath the sky 
talking about it makes no sense  

and in this silence I think about the dumb, dirty trick 
played on me so slyly behind my honourable back  
well !!  

Why don’t you say something so that I can figure you out 
with your tongue like a rattlesnake 
spit venom at your brothers and sisters...

Why don’t you say something so that I can flush you out       
Prattlesnake      
Why don’t you say something so that I can flush you out  
Prattlesnake   

What do I have to lose if I give all my possessions  away    
maybe I’m submerged beneath too much naiveté but I’m happy          
what an effort it is to avoid lying to myself

what an effort it is to listen to the words of someone who doesn’t think    

I never asked you to change                     
what’s inside my head                                                    
what’s inside my head                                                    
I never asked you to change                     
what’s inside my head                                                    
what’s inside my head                                                      

What do I have to lose if I give all my possessions away    
a used dress, an old record, a book I’ve already read      
what an effort it is to accept being told that it’s  not enough

what an effort it is to listen to the words of a person who changes their tune  

I never asked you to change                     
what’s inside my head                                                    
what’s inside my head                                                    
I never asked you to change                     
what’s inside my head                                                    
what’s inside my head                                                    

I have a word or two to say to that double-crossing day      
that has no intention of meeting me halfway                              
I have a word or two to say to my worn out heart that     
doesn’t know how to react or snarl and bare its teeth        
… eh

I want the heart of a beast    
I want the heart of a beast    
I want the heart of a bloody beast!

I have a word or two to say        
Explain what it means to avoid the sun so as not to burn         
… eh

I want the heart of a beast    
I want the heart of a beast    
I want the heart of a bloody beast !

I want the heart of a beast    
I want the heart of a beast

I want the heart of a bloody beast    

I have a word or two to say to that dormant instinct   
that won’t wake up       
… eh

Please don’t let there be any shadows left between us,     
I know you don’t want to accept my apologies   
la la la la.........

Sing as long as you like, give vent to your anger        
forgive me if you can, I’m sorry if you’ve suffered      
la la la la......... 

I just meant to give you some advice                              
So forgive me if instead the tone I set was all off-key   
I felt so bad you know     
I felt so bad you know     
I felt so bad...

Eat whatever you like have extra mayonnaise with it         
sing as long as you like because that’s all your life     

I just meant to give you some advice                              
So forgive me if instead the tone I set was all off-key   
I felt so bad you know     
I felt so bad you know     
I felt so bad...

Please don’t let there be any shadows left between us

There are people who give up when faced with a risk     
irrespective of what they are searching for            
secretly fading away on the surface            
fading away … 

the fragile calmness of those who don’t feel    
the soundless wearing away of their strength    
secretly succumbing to blind hope                    
succumbing to hope                                  

the only thing lacking in your life is you              
the only thing lacking in your life is you              
the only thing lacking in your life is you              

The kind of insecurity that reveals                                          
intolerance based on uncertainty                                
secretly succumbing to insolence                        
succumbing and pretending                                        

the only thing lacking in your life is you              
the only thing lacking in your life is you              
the only thing lacking in your life is you              
There are people who give up when faced with a risk     
irrespective of what they are searching for            
secretly fading away on the surface                 
secretly fading away on the surface …        

It happens that everything isn’t enough       
losing everything that’s left                              
It happens that something gets left behind                         
and you don’t know what it means                   

simplicity, simplicity                                         
in the things that you love                                        
for the things that you love                                       
simplicity, simplicity                                         
in the things that you love                                        
for the things that you love                                       
many roads open skies above reality            

It happens that when you are dressed             
you think you can undress the world          
but                                                                

simplicity, simplicity                                         
in the things that you love                                        
for the things that you love                                       
simplicity, simplicity                                         
in the things that you love                                        
for the things that you love                                       
many roads open skies above reality            

And you don’t know what simplicity               
what simplicity means to me

I could speak, discuss, grit my teeth, smile                                                              
lie endlessly saying useless things again and again         

Showing false hypocritical serenity            
when words rebel                                         
story tales, rivers, seas of perplexity      
there is no reason not to feel                   
what I feel inside                                
an immense sky inside                      
what I feel                                         

I need to be with you                        
give you the wings of my thoughts as a gift     
beyond the closed paths within me                
I want to open my heart to truth               

I could speak, discuss, grit my teeth, smile 
suffer endlessly find meaning in uselessness        

Showing false hypocritical serenity             
when words rebel                                         
story tales, rivers, seas of perplexity      
there is no reason not to feel                   
what I feel inside                                
an immense sky inside                      
what I feel                                         

I need to be with you                        
give you the wings of my thoughts as a gift     
beyond the closed paths within me                
I want to open my heart to truth               

I need to be with you                        
give you the wings of my thoughts as a gift     
beyond the closed paths within me                
I want to open my heart to truth