COLLECTING LIES
(Riccardo Sabetti)
Your perfect smile...Your softly touch
Your white skin...Your triggered trap
and all the time you stole from me..is not a gift... for a future that never will be what it once
nobody..nobody..has done what you did..
your perfect kiss...your dirty game
have fucked my thoughts...have stolen my will for my useless hands..for the trust I've put in us I've tried to take you on my side now...
I'm calling you
but you don't wanna hear me
(I'm collecting lies)
your perfect style...your dirty hands
you're the night...from which I try to wake up
I'm calling you
but you don't wanna hear me
(I'm collecting lies)
