Well, this town is quiet and dark at dawn
Waiting for the lights to come on
Waiting for the sun to come up
Waiting for the bus that seems to take a long time to come
So i left my memories back in rome
Tryin' to start a new life here
Keyboards on my back, my dear
Looking for a place to play
And earn some bucks to pay this motel room
But in the middle of the night
This shadow's falling over me
I cannot see the light
And one fine day, maybe, you will come back to where i am
And i must say... again...
I haven't left a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Anyway... here… this may sound pretentious
But don't wanna hurt you now
Somewhere i could write a song for you
My fingers touch the black and white
Hard and soft, from left to right
A sticky and distinctive sound
That will stick in your head for years and years
In the middle of the night
This shadow's falling over me
I cannot see the light
And one fine day, maybe, you will come back to where i am
And i must say... again...
I haven't left a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Anyway... here… this may sound pretentious
But don't wanna hurt you now
One fine day, maybe, you will come back to where i am
And i must say... again...
I haven't left a trail of breadcrumbs behind me
Anyway... here… this may sound pretentious
But don't wanna hurt you now