LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: SURFACING/CHAPEL CLUB

Strange, the god of your name is piscean too
Shells and silvery scales and torrents of blue
One more pilot fish come to swim with the shark
Dreams of bloodiest extremes picks me from their mouth

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Cold, your blood is your soul but blood is the lie
Soul, the hand that you hold before you arrive
You're perfect, you're worth it, your friends said
I guess that it's true
You mean it, I've seen it
The poets got nothing on you

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me

Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream
Dream a little dream of me

ALBUM: PALACE (2011)