Testi:
Granata

leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow deliberate steps are involved. He takes them away from the black granite

My faith is only here in jest. Inside: the same spiraling stupor. I can't help but think that this all will end with me letting myself down. I get used

Turn those headlights off let's not make a sound just whisper in my ear how much you want me around if you wanted to tell me how much you would miss

This could be a night to remember But you still give me nightmares I could never forget I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight So before you go, I'll

As i watch into yesterday A fort built of snow another time away Orange walls turning green again Plastic cars and trucks Thinking back to then Are

How swift we fell from the truth What tales i'll tell about you As you put on your sunday best Try not to choke on your regrets you and i all burned

There's a fog it comes down And i am i hear no sound It wants to it needs to up on L.A. It comes down And i will i think i'll drown It wants to

Decide and grow between unseen Another boy falls between Imagine all your friends Whatever comes torn apart Imagine all your enemies she misinforms

Passante riesteme a guarda Si chagne e nun l?avesse a fa Astrigneme cchiu fforte: d?o viento aggia parla Stavota nun te l?ja scurda Ddoje vote cento