Lyrics:
F Loche

velvet sofa, I found myself back sober She kept an old acoustic, she never ever used it A gift for me with a capo, a six string with an F-hole We made

sofa I found myself back sober, She kept an old acoustic She never ever used it, A gift for me with a capo A six string with an f-hole, We made the strangest

Sometimes it seems that what remains of truth and real value Is wine shared with friends, A sunset, music or some ancient statue, Drinking the stars or

Translation: Soil. F-hole.

: Cielo di Marzo di luna nuova sogni di fortuna saggi ubriachi tra i fuochi accesi a bruciar paure Canta il vechio la follia dell'ultimo dei re

: Sometimes it seems that what remains of truth and real value Is wine shared with friends, A sunset, music or some ancient statue, Drinking the stars

Cielo di Marzo di luna nuova sogni di fortuna saggi ubriachi tra i fuochi accesi a bruciar paure Canta il vechio la follia dell'ultimo dei re

We see you feelings running dry again Who am I but a man that wants to die again Felt fine till you opened up my sin Sit back realize where we've been