Vineyards - Erio

Grass

Muddy knees

Bikes

Bloody elbows

Secret places

Dreamy talks in shady vineyards

Vibrant beating hearts

Stolen ripe green grapes

The need to know you

During my teens

Ooh

Lonely boys

We both have been

Ooh

Lonely boy

Till you met him

It took you a look

It took just one word

As it took me a look

It took me a word

To be enslaved

I’m in my bed

Like every night

Dreams have wrestled

With each other till day broke

I gaze at the roof

I process all my thoughts

Some magpie’s call

Keeps asking me:

«Is everything you felt

wearing off

Was it so weak?

Has it all been drowned in

bitterness

Or are you at peace?"

And in mouldy shapes

On my bedroom roof

I see your cute face

It will serve as proof

It will serve as proof

That I can’t start anew