night-time question

What is on with me lately?
'Tis the question I ask
I can't dream in my bed anymore
Ground is what I prefer
What is on with me lately?
Everything is falling apart
But maybe I'm the one who's seeing it wrong
I'm the one who's going up
I'm the one who's going
Up

And it feels like yesterday that we met in this park
And it feels like yesterday that we split apart
I always promise I will do the things that I can't do
The piano is covered in dust and I swear I'll play
I'm nowhere near where I was two years ago
Where is that damn time machine
And I don't feel
But I feel like a broken guitar since I left you
I don't resonate
What is on with us lately?
'Tis the question we ask
We can't dream in our beds anymore
Ground is what we prefer

All I saw was green
All I saw was red
All I see is black and white
All I see is black and white
All I see is black and why
My eyelids are going down



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Blasi
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