Glory

"There's no hope", a bell told me
and when the last dead body burns
we will notice

that the world is already a mess
and the flesh is stained and lasts
till the orange sunset
feeling colors in your eyes
is like trying to kill myself hard
it is done, babe

That was my farm, lost in the lands
there was a steeple in your bleeding
heart, I'm a saint

where's the humankind, are they late?
spreading fire in every act they make
could you save them?

So the world is already a mess
and the flesh is stained and lasts
till the orange sunset
feeling colors in your eyes
is like trying to kill myself hard
it is done, babe

Therefore, the world is already a mess
and the flesh is stained and lasts
till the orange sunset
feeling colors in your eyes
is like trying to kill myself hard
it is done, babe

I still wonder whether our pasts
define our best properties...

How could I get an answer to it
when what I see in front of me
is only glory?

Rest Of Life

It's a joke when I told you
our love will be forever
let me make it clear now
it's just something that I can't define and...

I'm sorry for the hard words
and anything else that I meant, pal
sadness feeling is like a wave into the sea...
I'm sorry again if you're heartbroken
if your mind is messed up
if your body is dirty
the only thing I can do right now is
to unbind your life, to let the bird fly
away...

I made you a holy promise
it's so serious, a great fault but
sometimes we need to come back
right in time, right behind...

when all the lassos are planned,
nothing is written in your fists
both of us could have built something
essential enough not to let us die...
For me it looks there's only one solution
in this moment: enjoy the rest of life...

Don't watch the time goes by...