Sometimes i think about the unknown people there
Spending their life as if they were walking on air
Their bleeding hands are begging for a memory

Nobody sees them
Nobody ears them
Nobody remembers them

I sometimes dream about so many faceless dead
The step of memory didn't leave any trace in life
Do you want to give them a glance

Do you want to give them a glance ?
Do you want to give them a face ?

My nights have sometimes the same colours as my days
Trying to imagine my memory after me
Caus' i wanna know who's above and who's around

Who' in a box
Who's in the sand
Do i fall ?
Or do i climb ?

And when my lips say i just need myself sometimes
I hope in fact there'll be someone hanging around my grave
Hanging around my name.