Il Nyse è ormai diventato un set televisivo, l’ombra del floor che fu.
Decisamente triste.
Please don’t ask me to defend
The shameful lowlands of the way I’m drifting
Gloomily through time
I reached inside myself today
Thinking there’s got to be some way
To keep my troubles distant
Touch me
How can it be
Believe me
The sun always shines on TV
Hold me
Close to your heart
Touch me
And give all your love to me
