Padova

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 & 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
(Will I go home now?)
How will I know that I know my own name?

Maybe we’ll meet in Padova