Sandro Chiozzi - Twins Lyrics

The same way of speaking
The same way to be weak
The one is the engine
The other one is the key
They've got the same bright eyes
The same landscapes inside
The one is the pinwheel
The other one is the blowing wind

Their hands, magnetic, skin
Perhaps, they're, twins
Despite, the distance, between
Collides, implodes, within

They've got the same slow steps
The same "sorry" and "regrets"
The one is the picture
And the other one is the eye
Sometimes, they burns the air
Lord looks elsewhere
Is a nail driven by a dove
On either sides of the same wall

Their hands, magnetic, skin
Perhaps, they're, twins
Despite, the distance, between
Collides, implodes, within
Their hands, magnetic, skin
Perhaps, they're, twins