Padova - Quilt

Don’t be afraid of her gun, no

Don’t be tongue-tied in the cold

I was lost in confusion

Talked to myself so often

I’m in love with the main-change

It’s been that way ever since you were first slain

There’s a ghost now, in my soul

Trying so hard to play some rock and roll

The funny thing about this old town

You die so often since you first know how

Another day, another name you’ll take

Ain’t it funny how we make mistakes?

So don’t be afraid of her gun, no

Don’t be tongue-tied in the cold

I’ll be fine in confusion

I’ll talk to myself so often

And if I try hard to know you

How will I know that I know my own name?

And if I try hard to know you

How will I know that I know my own name?

If I try hard to know you

(Will I go home now?)

How will I know that I know my own name?

If I try hard to know you

(Will I go home now?)

How will I know that I know my own name?

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova