Volta - Nuoro

I’m aching to grow

Tread toward the light

Better or bitter

Bitter is easier

Embellish your life

Without a point of pride

Time shapes reason

Some seasons are easier

So keep me on your mind

When highs decline

Lucid dreams all night

Keep me on your mind

There is time to be naive

At the stroke of seventeen

Life is longer, you feel stronger

When time walks by your side

But you move too quickly on

And you see yourself in front

Purpose weakens, you feel beaten

When the years all step behind

It feels like you break

When you’re being shaped anew

I hope you find real peace of mind