Who says that they don't hurt
The footprints in the sand
The sea took away your footprint
But the moon is still there
But that moon is my curse
The living voices of memory
Disguise themselves as intuition
And in one voice your voice hides
And in one voice your voice hides
That you'll never hear my song, I know
And I know that maybe I'll keep using you like this
Stealing you in my inspiration
As long as I keep seeing your face on the face of the moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks to me about you, about you, about you
Behind an unfulfilled promise
From where some inspiration is born
From where another song is born
And I no longer know well who is hiding
I no longer know what is hiding
That you'll never hear my song, I know
And I know that maybe I'll keep using you
Stealing you in my inspiration
As long as I keep seeing your face on the face of the moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks to me about you, about you, about you
As long as I keep seeing your face on the face of the moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks to me about you, about you, about you
I'll keep searching or I'll keep escaping
I'll keep looking for an explanation
As long as I keep seeing your face on the face of the moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks to me about you, about you, about you
As long as I keep seeing your face on the face of the moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves, among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song talks to me about you, about you, about you