Testo CURTAIN DREAM

at the end of the day, in the cold of the night, when the branch breaks I fall to the floor of the world. I scream like a child, I scream for my wings. I scream at the words making cheap what I feel. I walk through my room and I kick down the walls. I lie on the bed and feel there's nothing left but doubt. in the cold of the night I will show you my wounds. only then can I say to you "spread your dreams under me, my love". I dream of this bridge, I dream of these trees, I burn in these flames, that I'll never understand. I walk through my room and I kick down the chairs. I've opened my eyes and seen there's nothing left but doubt.