Dialecto

You keep coming back to me, you keep coming back.
You keep coming back to me, you keep coming back.
You keep coming back to me, you keep coming back.
You keep coming back to me, you keep coming back.
You come back.

Lips salty, no water, god damn dry.
Talk to me about something endless.
I burn when I speak, you scream silence,
I leave the body.
I drink too much, cause and effect,
I die.
I die too much, conjuring in secret,
I grieve.
Among sharp edges, skin laid bare,
I start from scratch.

You keep coming back to me...

I let you go again,
the soul that I squeeze.
I come and go from myself.
Among sharp edges, skin laid bare,
you speak.
Words sound with a different accent.
A strange, immense, subtle song
Another language,
a new dialect.
Speak. Speak...

You keep coming back to me...

You speak.