作词 : Elena Marco 作曲 : Elena Marco I was wondering how many other stories How many other names with mine sharing the same pocket Worn out jeans carrying intact dreams of mileage So, how many spins already to your kiss counter I’m not claiming anything, you charming prince of fools I’m aware I never asked you to take me with you I will have to name some of these socks My pair of lucky ones I may have to stab my neighbour’s tyres Make sure that I can’t come back My fears distract from ahead towards my past Dreams that fade like the heat on the mattress But others stay, they won’t go away until You’ve paid for them There’s this tax for even imagining And then the price when you store them back into the closet ‘Cause every disappointment shortens your lifetime And with every hesitation your soul waters down I will have to name some of these socks My pair of lucky ones I may have to stab my neighbour’s tyres Make sure that I can’t come back My fears distract from ahead towards my past Well, I can still tell the prow from the stern And I know salty water is not good for human thirst And about you, well, it’s a Marbled-sized world Maybe fortune will take us back to the same harbour Once more
作词 : Elena Marco 作曲 : Elena Marco I was wondering how many other stories How many other names with mine sharing the same pocket Worn out jeans carrying intact dreams of mileage So, how many spins already to your kiss counter I’m not claiming anything, you charming prince of fools I’m aware I never asked you to take me with you I will have to name some of these socks My pair of lucky ones I may have to stab my neighbour’s tyres Make sure that I can’t come back My fears distract from ahead towards my past Dreams that fade like the heat on the mattress But others stay, they won’t go away until You’ve paid for them There’s this tax for even imagining And then the price when you store them back into the closet ‘Cause every disappointment shortens your lifetime And with every hesitation your soul waters down I will have to name some of these socks My pair of lucky ones I may have to stab my neighbour’s tyres Make sure that I can’t come back My fears distract from ahead towards my past Well, I can still tell the prow from the stern And I know salty water is not good for human thirst And about you, well, it’s a Marbled-sized world Maybe fortune will take us back to the same harbour Once more
