Cut all
The strings
That tie
You to Italy

Breadcrumb trails and untied shoes
Shortcuts home, we've no time to lose

Your posture
We foster
With a
In our

This is all we have left
We'll keep on waiting for it
A place to call home
Without holding our breath

Lyrics submitted by greensedon

Your Trip To Italy Was A Strange One But You Are Our Brother And We Will Be Okay song meanings
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