Now that being together is a crime
I haven't really figured out
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What name to give my loneliness
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But someone already suggested one to me
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It's a gesture toward the State
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Let's just call it a state of gratitude
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Such strange times that scorch my hands
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That make me lock myself at home hoping for a tomorrow
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That you can't give me a kiss on the mouth
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Without filling yourself with questions
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And the happy days feel so far away
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Those carefree hugs I traded with strangers
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When I thought a bit of love was enough
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To erase all our ills
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This fear that locks me in a cage and makes me think
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How everything was so crazy
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I should've given you another kiss
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And told you, 'Wait till the sun comes back'
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Instead of letting you walk away
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Instead of letting you go
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But now that my house is shining
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I wish it could disinfect my mind
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So I'd see everything more clearly
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So I could say I've been an idiot
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What strange times, I've got two holes in my hands
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Through which run the dreams I defended until yesterday
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I let them out like children into the world
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At least maybe they know where to go
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And every window looks like the same painting
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From which I watch a frozen world I can't touch anymore
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And I, who hoped a bit of love was enough
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Not to feel any pain anymore
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This fear that locks me in a cage and makes me think
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How everything was so crazy
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I should've given you another kiss
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And told you, 'Wait till the sun comes back'
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Instead of letting you walk away
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Instead of letting you go
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It's because I know what I've lost was special