“Soundtrack” (text of a song)*.

I’m loosing my time, months without a journey. There’s not a door, a place to sleep alone.

Your tears and your lips, a nord town of a country, where I don’t know when I’ll come back again.

Why….living quiet situations, if those days were not enough?

If I can’t live your skin in the time that we have, something will seem lost.

If an usual old place will keep you in claims, something could run away.

The touch in that room, your voice through the night wall.

A drunk that you help, I was going on my way.

They play on the road, a soundtrack for the sunset.

My mouth on your legs, your hands on me.

Why….living small satisfactions, if today is not too much?

If I can’t live your skin in the time of these days, something will seem lost.

If an usual old place will keep you in claims, something could run away.

Text and music by Angelo Tino.

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