Calanchi (Badlands)
The sky is closer here
It's like the stars let themselves
Fall just to gaze into
Your eyes and fish your
Guts and look for the truth
You denied sayin' that you'll leave
White soil soiling your hands
White soil soiling your face
And in the dust you swim
And you become a fish again
And you've always inhabited those seabeds
Oh clay tell me why
Oh clay tell me why
Why do I feel
Why do I feel like
I am carrying the weight of the world
It's like the stars let themselves
Fall just to gaze into
Your eyes and fish your
Guts and look for the truth
You denied sayin' that you'll leave
White soil soiling your hands
White soil soiling your face
And in the dust you swim
And you become a fish again
And you've always inhabited those seabeds
Oh clay tell me why
Oh clay tell me why
Why do I feel
Why do I feel like
I am carrying the weight of the world
Credits
Writer(s): Graziachiara Melissa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.