Roberto Tardito
Backlit Gala
It's hot near you tonight in my bed
It's hot and I don't sleep, I don't know what's that
Maybe it would be better we never met
And better to waste my life ahead.
It's hot near you tonight in this bed
I try to sleep but my eyes are still flat
I miss you, my friend, the stones we spread
With the catapult on the nun's head.
Scissors on paper, scissors are going paper to take
Paper doesn't win stone and I'm still awake
I never knew why paper wins stone
But then I reckon, I'm Salvador Dali'.
I reckon, I'm Salvador Dali'.
Then I reckon, I'm Salvador Dali'.
It's hot and I don't sleep, I don't know what's that
Maybe it would be better we never met
And better to waste my life ahead.
It's hot near you tonight in this bed
I try to sleep but my eyes are still flat
I miss you, my friend, the stones we spread
With the catapult on the nun's head.
Scissors on paper, scissors are going paper to take
Paper doesn't win stone and I'm still awake
I never knew why paper wins stone
But then I reckon, I'm Salvador Dali'.
I reckon, I'm Salvador Dali'.
Then I reckon, I'm Salvador Dali'.
