Novembre

The time we had birth in light
the time we had been brought into light
we slipped out of their hands and fell into the night
after all this time, still can't choke off the cries
And sail together this nightboat lost in time
In slow motion resound
the missing matter discrepance
can't disperse the lightnings, echoes abysmal
Because the doorway is there tomorrow
doesn't mean we're doing fine
to leave the stairs of the absolute means
we are no more the loony ones