Twenty-Two

Drink To Me


A phone ringing
So loud
A t-shirt from the late 90's
A typewriter
Ran out of ink
The stereo's still working

In my mind
I keep some fragments
Of that book
Stolen from the library

No scandal
Come on let's speak up
Heroin
Was not a problem anymore
Trust me

Tell me why
The speed of light
Certain times
Is slower than the worst of thoughts:
We share a lover

And a yet
I'm happy here
Even if I miss you

And when the spring caresses my arms
I lie down
Sometimes I think of that call

A rough tape recorder
Captured our voices
Noisy stuff
It makes me smile
The world flips
A girl stops by
A dog running after a stranger
Somewhere else
No music playing
Now we're working on a new record
To take it back to
The day before
Before

Pieces of my youth
Pieces we all enjoyed
Pieces of memories
Pieces of a chat
Pieces I will collect
Pieces I will compose
Pieces I will collect
Pieces that won't be lost

Time has stopped for a while
I've been waiting for the waves to
Cover the shore
And suddenly I realize it's you
Pieces we'll return
To you


Autor(es): Marco Jacopo Bianchi