Another Way Around - Luca Fogale

Trust me when I say, that I understand

That believing in nothin', is a lead heavy hand

That at the fade of the water, is often the sand

That maybe all we’re doin’s for nothin'

But you pace down the hallway with nothin' to say

And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play

So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change

Wish that every piece was for somethin'

But if nothing is sacred

And nothing is lost

And I’m in your corner

Whatever the cost

If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down

Then we’ll fight a little harder, and find another way around

But still the traces of you, seem to lie spread appart

The engine won’t turn and the furnace won’t spark

Conversations of futures, resign to the dark

Feels like all that you built may just crumble

Bu I know that I see, in your eyes there’s a space

To salvage the moments, all neatly erased

To finally hold on to, the feelins' you chase

To learn how to sprint to a stumble

But if nothing is sacred

And nothing is lost

And I’m in your corner

Whatever the cost

If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down

Then we’ll fight a little harder, and find another way…

If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down

Then we’ll fight a little harder, and find another way around