Empty Echo

#Ludovico_Einaudi #Italy #Neoclassical #Modern_Classical

We said it so wrong By cutting our tongue We fed our own soul a gun To kill the lights, one by one Lost in between lines In incoherent sound If we were all blind in mind We'd hear it so loud All the things glow All around me Another fake role is gone How does it feel? Our sheltered black hole Forgot to be real Our picture on hold you run You cannot unsee