You owe me...

You owe me a flower and a good-night kiss,

a sunrise, a hot dark coffee and a promise,

like a child, I rise my eyes at you, my soul,

it's singing the good old song, like an owl,

I hear the rusty lock roaring in her bowl...


The golden key it's groaning in your hand,

I see, one glimpse of truth, I understand,

the naked truth in front of bleeding eyes

it has no frame, your heart it's a device

you're empty, spent, cold flame of ice...


I had a dream of you, deep in I did forgot the key,

you owe me a piece of heart, and as you see,

no one was good enough, no one was you,

you were my lock, my lunacy, my true

my death and my religion as I knew...


Remains the wake up as a grooving pain

I am the silence of a man, insane,

I am the spoken word behind the mask,

you are the real, you're the master task

which one it's me, is all I ask...


You owe me a good-morning smile and kiss,

so many rainy nights and dreams I miss,

I was a stranger in my life and now

I do not know nor where nor how,

inside of me it's morning...thou...