Watch Me Sink - Spectrum of a Bedroom's Night

I don't eat my stomach when I'm with you
I hit you right where butterflies fly and die
and lie their vest on the shelf
I'm making runners feel their test
I'm Brooklyn subway fast nights trash
The symptom, the cure but I can't feel my hands
Directions, inflections of the best
Pour me down like the river falls into the white - foam
I saw the ghosts smiling faith believing we're like monsters
but between their teeth I saw
the crustacean clawing moons
and July's happy flumes
Taught by the sea
Driven by the brief self supposed thoughts we breathe
I open my arms, searching for your heart
opposing no power
I used to fake liars' only trick, your smile
I don't need to float over mess
I would have a better sailor to preach
otherwise I sink
my skin gets picked by snakes to shift
a way we're used to bleed by life, that peace
That's peace across the street
Does it get any blue with deepness around streams?

the deepness
the deepness
the deepness
the deepness
the deepness around me

Watch me sink into your belly
makes me feel
I'm gonna wrestle life
to reach your hands
Ships are multiplying seas
I can't feel the waves
You speak so sweet you die
the shores are times with golden flies
Watch me sink into the sky
will lie to seasons saints and lions
when God can't sleep without his clowns
Wonder world, clone of ecstasy
the spectrum of a bedroom's night
reveals more tears
reveals what fears are made of: dreams
and a constant being
the flowers you keep brined

Don't be afraid of our love my sun
Tonight is going down
like the halo in the fresh
poison leaves kisses on my neck
'Ts' my life

Watch me sink into your belly
Makes me feel
I'm gonna wrestle life
to reach your hands
Ships are multiplying seas
I can't feel the waves
You speak so sweet you die
the shores are times with golden flies
Watch me sink into the sky
will lie to seasons saints and lions
when God can't sleep without his clowns
Wonder world, clone of ecstasy
the spectrum of a bedroom's night
reveals more tears
reveals what fears are made of: dreams
and a constant being
the flowers you keep brined

MY POETRY IS BAD AND I NEED TO WRITE
I don't ever use words I rhyme with
'cos I'm a soft crack in the egg of space
in the nest of time
I need you, Ieave you, everytime I'm fine
My poetry is broken cos I have to share
+ all the elements are men and all the regions are women
of the same world but nothing is equal
and who am I again?
why the hell I'm still trying fighting my back
when I can not even stand on my legs?
Fuck
Every day, I need you I miss you
Over time I'm fine
but the more the speaker's loud
the more my silence devour my sour flesh
and it's capable of nothing
and I'm able of everything



Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Di Maso, Alessandro Obiso
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