“The Gardens, At Night”
Live at Circolo AN Ponte
from “The light inside is broken but I still deliver” – EP, 2019
It’s not my body begging me to slow down, it’s not the dreams I buried underground, and it’s not that everyone seem to settle down and find their own ikigai while I’m still here in constant motion, yet frozen in time
It’s not my memories fading away, it’s not life getting harder every day. I guess I am aware this is all part of the game. No, the reason why sometimes I feel so old is how I miss
Our conversations, our endless dialogues at night. We used to share our hearts and countless bottles of cheap wine and we were young and frail but not alone. We used to feel so beautiful when we shared all our flaws
But then years go by, we all take our separate ways. And then we drift apart in time. Today our scripts read reassuring lines. Can we really say we’re doing just fine? Did we grow scared to reveal ourselves? Is it a consequence of life?
Sometimes I wish we could go back in time and remember what it felt like when we met at the gardens at night
"The light inside is broken but I still deliver"
[March 2, 2019]
punk, punk rock