"I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am, you've stared at the sun, well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one. Sometimes I need you naked, sometimes I need you wild, I need you to carry my children in and I need you to kill a child. You know who I am... If you should ever track me down I will surrender there and I will leave with you one broken man whom I will teach you to repair. You know who I am... I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am... " Cohen E forse...sono io quella che tieni...nella tua tasca...per un giorno intero...o per un attimo...lasciando scorrere le tue dita...sulla mia schiena...assaporandone la pelle...ed i rilievi...soffermandoti...per sapermi ancora...forse sono io...quella che ti chiede il tempo di guardarti...e che ti chiede di pensarla ...quando pił piove...e l'immagine si dissolve in mille rivoli...Si...Forse...Io...
Forse...Io...
"I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am, you've stared at the sun, well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one. Sometimes I need you naked, sometimes I need you wild, I need you to carry my children in and I need you to kill a child. You know who I am... If you should ever track me down I will surrender there and I will leave with you one broken man whom I will teach you to repair. You know who I am... I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am... " Cohen E forse...sono io quella che tieni...nella tua tasca...per un giorno intero...o per un attimo...lasciando scorrere le tue dita...sulla mia schiena...assaporandone la pelle...ed i rilievi...soffermandoti...per sapermi ancora...forse sono io...quella che ti chiede il tempo di guardarti...e che ti chiede di pensarla ...quando pił piove...e l'immagine si dissolve in mille rivoli...Si...Forse...Io...