Just take me back where I belong. Where the rain went short, and the alcohol never stops pouring.
Teach me how to travel breaking the ice, walking in the dark. Show me how the light turns white while dying on the floor. Pursuit me with the oldest tram you can find on that river.
I try to get into my mind, but it blows me away every time I try. Only a side by the river makes me feel alive. I hear water, dogs, chains, antifascists, snow, sun, bikes. And inside of all the noises I see a blond hair, a tiny piercing, smoked blunts...
A mixed of accents still lives on my throat, burning like a volcano, deciding who should die first.
The raindrops turn into tears every time I smell your shadow next to mine. I can only build images of a park with the anger I have become.
Come kidnap me, if you ever feel alone.