Scraping sand and stones
with the fragile bones
walking on this dirty road
searching for the reason of why I left them alone
I can feel all the dust
falling down on my empty heart
I remember that those days
warming places
and brilliant shapes
were left all at home
all at home, all at home
Here we go again
in the same empty path
struggling in the memory
of our adolescence
Jealousy and human blames
Lurking deeply in the shades
I remember that those pains
Sharp knife phrases
Indelible scrapes
were left all at home
all at home, all at home
I know that it's not something simple
It's easier to look back the past
But all, all the things you think you left
Are here, here right inside you
And then when you will try to remember again
They will be the power to be yourself
They will be the power of yourself
