Grey Testo

Testo Grey

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
Out on the horizon…the sun…grey
Cast in a dense fog…the in between
Course, charted anyway…despite the unknown

How do we know where we are going?
How its going to be?
We don't know! We don't know!
Could we choose to let go?

Bad news like arrows…straight through our windows
Oh, its frightening, its frightening the clarity
Here where we close our eyes
Close our minds…run and hide
Could we rather…embrace….

Except the Messenger?

Like clockwork it comes
we are presented with opportunity


Except the messenger…
let it go!

Like clockwork
It comes slithering in
Our hopes and fears call us out
Do we need to give in [to them]?

Let go