who feeds the mourning birds
flying on the seashore when the city sleeps
and blows a beautiful lips

who wears short violet skirts
who finds my person to walk
to share with me a million thoughts inside her head

no matter if the sun we've yet to met
she's lying opposite to talk and nothing more


if only she was lonely
i'd bring my heart to her feet
and feel i'm like a school kid

that falls in love for the first time in his life
if only she was lonely
i'm surely do there my best

to set myself to her chest
i need some kind of cure from the loneline-ess


whose eyes are drops of wonder
that shoots so neatly puts us on our knees
who is the best to hang out with

i think i'm going under dig my grave
the flowers' pity leaves
that standing in my room's enough for you to know

that they remind me how I felt so low
it's really hard to believe you're not alone


end up end up goodbye
cuz our train comes to town town town