Chatterboxes Testo

Testo Chatterboxes

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
In pencil lines of ages past,
Idea maps were being drawn
Over the world.

Storytime in your wildest mind.
What a wonderful.
Magic animal.

Mother to child.
Singing a long song.

Set sail, seaworthy vessels.
Fill your holds with the sounds
Of daughters and sons
Wagging their tongues.

Written down in ink so clear,
Voices of a yesteryear.
Dreams are whispered in an ear.