Lyrics

Last time we met
I was speaking words
And you were singing notes
Meaningless to me
There's a kind of schizophrenia
You think it's the golden mean
There's a kind of schizophonia
In the land where silence is king
Take my hand lest i fall
Every certainty and every tower
Will shake and sink underground
When out of nowhere you will read
The message in my eyes
Between 1911 and 1913
Hertzsprung and Russell drew their diagrams with stars
I hope you never forget about it
If you don’t see me shining bright
It’ s just a matter of distance
Leave my hand, i won't fall
Every certainty and every tower
Will shake and sink underground
When out of nowhere you will read
The message in my eyes
Every fancy and every lie
Will cast away their shroud
When on a perfect day you'll hear
The warning of my cry
Written by: Eugenio Valente, Giacomo Vitullo
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