If you're going to work
And leave me, what a shame
I'm at risk so alone
In this huge blue warhead
Your legs are in the center
They climb the stairs
They bend around
The volutes that live inside
Of my warm thoughts Idle, yes
In the afternoon, go, suspended
I know that you don't even think
Not to disappear like that
You tell me not to care
But I don't know how I'll be immune
I imagine you in this sea
Of cars, things and shoals
So, say and say that it is
Far or near, all for me
So he says, it demystifies
The story that life is bad
It may seem like a lie
It may seem like it isn't
I have you well in your sights
But you have me in your hand