Oh the faces that I've seen
oh the rushing of the time
is this thrill upon my skin
the last recall of what's behind?
Oh the faces of these days
that now burn to memories
into a kiss without a face
into brit-pop melodies
And your eyes shine to me still
on this train bringing me home
And your eyes shine to me still
through the dark above us all
I see faces on the door
waiting for me to arrive,
in the streets, in a tavern
I see faces deep inside
© Giovanni Lapelazzuli