Dreams, mother****ers The hair so short is gonna grow The sun passes through the sunglasses Uplifted tonight I’ve let them go I’ve left them tonight and let them go Oggi aspetti e rifletti che le tue mani son già vecchie Chiuso tra quattro muri che han più orecchie dei tuoi amici sordi che Non vedono quei fondali profondi come fiordi né I paesaggi che tu sorvoli come rondine Né i messaggi che non apri perché non conviene Indifferenti a quel silenzio che conosci bene, e che dice Tante cose, il problema è che non le sai mettere in Ordine, sei convinto che la sequenza si ripeta invariabile Ma il crittogramma resta indecifrabile E tu sospetti che Sia la tua visione a bloccare ogni spiraglio, arma a doppio taglio Troppo colore addosso per non restare ciechi a tutto il resto O ci credi o si fa presto, chiudo la porta al nuovo, una volta o due ci provo Poi basta, desisto, percepisco Che c’è qualcosa in te ma non approfondisco Più capisco e più non rischio È un fisco che non si evade E si cade, e si cade Dreams, mother****ers The hair so short is gonna grow The sun passes through the sunglasses Uplifted tonight I’ve let them go I’ve left them tonight and let them go I’m still learning to live, often up after hours Struggling and missing vigor like Liv in the Two Towers Stronger when I was younger, that’s entirely possible Is it true that growing older I’ve been growing flexible? Plexiglas on that wall and it is destructible But what’s beyond is invisible so better stay on this side And see wide awake and abide that I can’t flee Just coexist with me and never insist on wondering what else I may just be? Could be, but trouble is, the world’s a stage and I’m naked up there like Flea I’d like to get off, bye, check, out of the public eye Like moving from LA to the goddamn Czech Republic try Not to hide what I’ve inside so you’ll take me as I am Don’t know if it’s the right path but I’ll pick the mic and fight, slam Looking behind, I know what I’ve done and it’s some Citizen of my head, going on away from where I’m from Dreams, mother****ers The hair so short is gonna grow The sun passes through islands and the oceans I’m gonna change The islands and the oceans Within my vein Driving alone, driving lonely Aside my battered guitar, my one and only Driven by a star that I still see in full daylight The others don’t and I still don’t know who’s got better eyes I’ve been the one who rolls the dice of his lies and denies That everything’s got a price, maybe not the air Maybe not some feelings But how much do you pay everyday So that all your breaths don’t lose meaning? Freezing, without heating, (like) staring at some ceiling Reading dumb books to avoid dreaming Still unsure if I’m trying to fit in This mess, somewhere the sky shines pure But it’s a lost game of chess To guess where the clouds don’t tread A 1-in-1m chance, thinking ‘bout hurts my head Waiting for some new wind to blow on these roads Forever old, driving, since I was born Dreams, mother****ers The hair so short is gonna grow The sun passes through the sunglasses Uplifted tonight I’ve let them go I’ve left them tonight and let them go