my fingers are trapped in that place you don't let anyone go to
and you're moving silent words. we went to france and you
couldn't pronounce ciao but in italy you understood the r,
spain was something of mountains and thick air and gray sun
to be honest I can't remember much of it, sea salt in my eyes burning redhot
I came from the ocean
and under our clothes we melted under heat, ice in the bottom of a glass,
do you remember that day when I wondered what was wrong with you when
your lips were wet on my cheek but your tears were dry and I realized
it was just me.