Everybody Everybody
Everybody, everybody, is watching everybody waiting around.
I'm walking to your house. I'm making this trip alone, passing the crowd.
And I say, I think it's a beautiful day.
This place is a charming place if there's such a thing anyway.
The sky, the sun, the earth, the street.
This afternoon seems too perfect.
There's nothing that I want today, nothing I want today,
But this day.
But this day.
Writer/s: Daniele Davoli / Mirko Limoni / Valerio Semplici
