Notte amarognola

Alone on a train aimless in wonder
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket
But I didn't care where I was going
'Cause they're all different names for the same place.

The coast disappeared when the sea drown the sun
And I knew no words to share it with anyone
The boundaries of language I quietly cursed
And all the different names for the same thing.

There are different names for the same things
There are different names for the same things...

(Death Cab for Cutie, Different names for the same things)

Ascoltare Plans a quest’ora di notte lascia uno strano gusto in bocca.

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