Daydreams of Aidi

He's feeling uptight
Hiding his eyes from the light
Plays with the watchstrap in his hand
Waits for the buzz and its command

In the crowd he's on his own
It's his city not his home
Red bricks line the red old streets
Via Saragossa up the hill
Cycling under scorching heat
Green-jumpered girl at the top of the hill

Thoughts of Valentino
They occupy his mind
A life spent speeding
And so out of time

He's pounding the street
Moving to the beat
Of the song on repeat in his head
See's the world in green and white and red

In the crowd not on his own
The thoughts of her they guide him home
through the porticoed streets
Wind in his hair, down the hill
Powered by pumping of his feet
Grunge Girardengo with an iron will

Thoughts of Valentino,
They occupy his mind
A life spent speeding
And so out of time
Daydreams of Aidi
Speak his thoughts
And in his head
Prayers for the dead



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Heffernan
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