BEAUTIFUL GIRL
It will be rain the night that
It will only be remorse, smoke and coffee
And it will still be dark the moon is not there
Dear my ex the moon is not there It's Friday evening nine o'clock after two days of rain
The water on the street the ink on the paper the same color
Looking at a notebook of rhymes from '93
C 'it was a photo of a piece of a train with you and me in front of it
And so many forgotten whys have returned amplified
And more complicated ones insist on how and when we broke up
On why © today I feel the blues after the past years
I turn the television bullfight of banal ideas
My friend offers me nightlife in clubs I have downloaded the battery for
Time and there is no point in rambling I think about how you made me
To stay I turn off my cell phone.
It will be rain the night that
It will only be remorse, smoke and coffee
And it will still be dark but the moon isn't there
/>Dear ex, the moon is not there
And look how much a man matures without haste
He loses his temper then swears excuses that are worth rubbish
He punches doors and wakes up the neighbourhood
/>He gets into fights with someone who was just rude at night he calls you drunk
You want to make the project of a lifetime
He shows up in bed with one of your friends
He thinks only of himself divides love from sex
He has nice words but he keeps what he promised
He has never been too selfish for a compromise
That's how I was and now I confess listening to your piece
My favorite is old records
I drink a beer that I wish was whiskey
I have a scar on my heart with your name on it
But I want you to be happy light years away from this song
And from the harm I have done to you he will be able to cure you
While against my mistakes made late it will be 
It will be the rain the night that
It will only be remorse, smoke and coffee
And it will still be dark but the moon isn't there
Dear my ex, the moon isn't there
The moon is said to move the tide and the human heart
But I have no idea I live in Milan and the far sea taste of returning and finding yourself at home
The smell of a borrowed t-shirt
Your voice that consoles me to make peace in a
Motorway lay-by
And how many things left unsaid micro-vendettas
Hang my photo on the wall and play darts
It may be that I finally mature with delay
That queens don't choose plebeians
It may be that I would like you
It will be the rain the night that
It will only be remorse, smoke and coffee
And it will still be dark but the moon is not there
My dear ex the moon is not there
BEAUTIFUL GIRL
BEAUTIFUL GIRL
BEAUTIFUL GIRL
BEAUTIFUL GIRL
BEAUTIFUL GIRL