Starship

The wind is carrying me apart from this land
Now the same hand which stopped my ship to this quay, took me off
All the words in their right places form few prayers for no god
All the sorrows that are taken by, my bones cannot be lost
Now the dawn gets my aim, would be really better to stay?

For each thing I lost, I had one of gold
faults and fears had become ancient perfumes
For every wink I gave to somebody I loved
May the miles never end

If my purpose would vanish into thin air, my blood will feed the trees
May the brass be heard beyond the seas, Sunday bells and lucid dreams
For every leave which has felt down, we'll overcome the next spring carpet
Numbers and books will trace the path for the bold ones
Now the dawn gets my aim, would be really better to stay?

Never end.



Credits
Writer(s): Davide Chiari
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