You sing your dreams alone

You sing your dreams alone
You sing your fears to me
I sing what else I can find when everything is gone.
Better leave, sometimes better catch what they give and run away till morning
‘cause we’re not marble steps but just glass ones.

There’s not truth inside your drinks there’s not freedom behind your flags
Tell me, is it not a night forever when you don’t know what you really want?
Better leave, sometimes better catch what they give and run

Somewhere is dawn already and if their faces are not yours well, it means that the sky is wide at least as our forgetting skill
‘because sometimes we need to run away without turning back again, sometimes we need to understand where we are falling into
and avoid the fall.