I have an island in mind, this is isolation
You slip from my hands like sand and go away
If it's true that a song is a waste of time
I'm ready to throw away my whole life
I'll try, but I don't trust it anymore
I don't trust, I don't trust you anymore
I'm looking for your imperfect memory in some drawer of mine
At night a ghost asks me: 'Aren't you asleep?'
And he dances in the dark inside my room
We are made of the same substance as dreams
But to have good dreams we need a substance
Which is like you, amazing
Which is like you, amazing
How empty this apartment of mine seems to me
Even if the furniture arrived a while ago
But I don't want to discard the furniture
I continue to move through quicksand
And all those dreams in the drawer
If you keep it open they'll go away, it's not my fault
At night a ghost asks me: 'Aren't you asleep?'
And he dances in the dark inside my room
We are made of the same substance as dreams
But to have good dreams we need a substance
Which is like you, amazing
Which is like you, amazing
And who is like you, amazing
Which is like you, amazing