Eppure sentire

One step from the possible
One step from you
Afraid to decide
Afraid of myself
Of everything I don’t know
Of everything I don’t have
Yet I feel
In the flowers through the asphalt
In the cobalt skies there is (yet I feel)
Yet I feel
In the dreams at the end of a cry
In the days of silence there is
A sense of you
There’s a sense of you
Yet I feel
In the flowers through the asphalt
In the cobalt skies there is (yet I feel)
Yet I feel
In the dreams at the end of a cry
In the days of silence there is
A sense of you
A sense of you (yet I feel)
A sense of you