Quite Still Songtext
von Roberto Cacciapaglia

Quite still
I watch the outline of thoughts
While around shallow words, I speak and hear
Move but don′t interfere

Swaying calm
Like arms moving slow and precise
A point where the light starts dripping down
While the radio speaks out

I run my finger along my thoughts
My mind sweeping with geometrical force
Remote image, yet so close
Sliding through memory
Defining my days like laser beams


I run my finger along my thoughts
My mind sweeping with geometrical force
Remote image, yet so close
Sliding through memory
Defining my days like laser beams

Deep looks
Surfacing voice on my phone
But my thought is as sharp as an ad
Reaching the target precise

Flue image
Hallucinating my line
Like celluloid love
While I watch alone my black tv set

I run my finger along my thoughts
My mind sweeping with geometrical force
Remote image, yet so close
Sliding through memory
Defining my days like laser beams