THE DAYS OF ROSES
Matteo Curcio, Marinella Mastrosimone
I feel
the symptoms of spring
feeling the scent
of a flower
that spin
around,
my senses on fire
Can you hear
an ocean of sound
spending its strength
upon the shore,
shall sleep
no more
but light my desire.
Give me back
my days of roses
but don't forget
that book that closes,
the wherefores and whys
that led us here and now.
Oh delicious circle,
it took me in
down the garden path
and back out again,
hope that drove me
down the wall,
screaming at my dreaming,
'don't let them fall'.
[solo]
Give me back
my days of roses
but don't forget
that book that closes,
the wherefores and whys
that led us here and now.