Don't you want to feel great and ask your father for money? Because you don't understand and you repeat it to me for years But you don't make me understand if you do what you want And that it will be this room, without all those books that make you anxious Without the places you dream when it's morning at dawn Without a broken bed, without scattered stuff, but just a fantasy Maybe if you don't change, if you stay the same That from the outside you seem sad and make plans for the future That hates your insecurity, takes the life of a race You have two eyes and you're afraid that you're not like anyone else My friends are scattered around the world Looking for a job that wasn't their dream And still two tickets for that live in late August I hope I don't have to think about you with our piece in the background And if there won't be time to do what I promised you If we'll get lost inside a caravan It won't be our home, it won't be just a bed For me it will be the same If we won't have the money to go to Amsterdam On that night that I know of freedom Maybe it won't be a movie, but it will be perfect And you spent the nights in white studying With your father's shirt on Thinking about the future and the university You blew the ashes from the windshield And you'd like to give voice to your monsters But instead you lie in bed and don't sleep I've already drowned you inside a gin and tonic In a night that you don't even remember And I regret everything I didn't tell you It came back to me when there was no more time But if I see you around now I swear I'll stay quiet Because now it seems that this silence speaks for us It's late at night, this burnt youth We would have passed it without ever feeling enough We fall asleep when the sun sets We look for the stars on the ceiling of this room And if there won't be time To do what I promised you If we get lost inside a caravan It will be our home, even just a bed For me it will be the same If we won't have the money to go to Amsterdam On that night that I know of freedom Maybe it won't be a movie, but it will be perfect And if there won't be time To do what I promised you If we get lost inside a caravan It will be our home, even just a bed For me it will be the same If we won't have the money to go to Amsterdam On that night that I know of freedom Maybe it won't be a movie, but it will be perfect www.mooji.org