I'll tell you a small-town story
The less you listen, the more it starts over
I'll tell you a story tonight
The less you believe it, the more it comes true
And in my head I only wanted silence
I ran toward joy but came in third
I wanted happiness like in a dream
But it's almost a year I haven't slept a second
And I think only about the crash
Friends pretend nothing happened
And more than one witness, yet
I'm dead, nobody shouts it
Look among things to find their casual beauty
By catching its instinct you finally give in to certainty
Answers are hidden, abandoned in a memory and its reflection
You look for an angel but everyone is the angel of others and of themselves
I live like I've been stoned
I wait for the lethal one
I read letters, conjugated in the present
Verb form: 'I can't, I'm staying absent'
Obviously the time will come
Look among things to find their casual beauty
By catching its instinct you finally give in to certainty
Answers are hidden, abandoned in a memory and its reflection
You look for an angel but everyone is the angel of others and of themselves
I'm my own angel, that's why I don't believe in me
Free from excess but slave to rhymes and lexicon
I pray, staring at my reflection in puddles
While a Lambo splashes mud on my jeans and parka
I don't have more problems than others
Just more time to think about them, like the well-off
You say, 'Online everything's top, so it's good to be there'
Life also lays down the stops
Life is still stuck at telegrams
I don't flaunt my pain like a banner
Even though I'd be doing myself a favor since it boosts the audience
'Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow', same plot, Sophia Loren
I gotta wake myself up, time blows the hours away
I set off from scratch, heart of gold, ex-voto
I fill the void, I explode
I know one day I'll just be a former celeb
I head out, fly under the strobes
Then I seize you in the dream, hands on your neck and shake
Till you scream under the sheet, 'Enough now'
Look among things to find their casual beauty
By catching its instinct you finally give in to certainty
Answers are hidden, abandoned in a memory and its reflection
You look for an angel but everyone is the angel of others and of themselves