[Verse]

Got no Choice

Upon my bed

Nail my voice

Lay your head

Once you said

Crave the past

Keep it last

[Chorus]

I'm facing my time

Is it good? Is it right?

But I miss you my friends

Alive, in this land

[Outro]

"Sometimes

When I walk along that sidewalkin the evening

I look up at our old place

Wondering in how many other stories

Has that table been a part of

I hope that, over the years

Some other couple of friends have taken our "place"

Maybe with a different ending

I knew that would have been our last coffee

That night I let you take me homе

Maybe for the first time

Who knows if onе day we will find ourselves

Chatting in front of our cups of coffee

Maybe we will be at the same table

There with a view of Italy Square

On a red tablecloth and full of torn sachets

If we were the main characters of a film

The film would only end like this

As for the the sea

Your ticket made its way back to home

Goodnight my friend

Alive in this land."