Luca Fogale Another Way Around
Trust me when I say, that I understand
That believing in nothin', is a lead heavy hand
That at the fade of the water, is often the sand
That maybe all we're doin's for nothin'
But you pace down the hallway with nothin' to say
And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play
So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change
Wish that every piece was for somethin'
But if nothing is sacred
And nothing is lost
And I'm in your corner
Whatever the cost
If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down
Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way around
But still the traces of you, seem to lie spread appart
The engine won't turn and the furnace won't spark
Conversations of futures, resign to the dark
Feels like all that you built may just crumble
Bu I know that I see, in your eyes there's a space
To salvage the moments, all neatly erased
To finally hold on to, the feelins' you chase
To learn how to sprint to a stumble
But if nothing is sacred
And nothing is lost
And I'm in your corner
Whatever the cost
If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down
Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way...
If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down
Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way around