Francesco Liccari - Last Trip Lyrics

The fog was slowly swallowing that car
Up there on the hill near the woods
The man inside was looking far
Through the glass wet by a light rain
Melting like crystals on his skin
He was trying to forget his stain
He was feeling it inside now
He was tripping out somehow
Oh the light is deep, like sounds
The mind is losing its bounds
Oh the light is deep in my last trip
What's my name, what's my name
What's my name now?
I'm still with you, she cried
He was late with the flowers in his hand
She burnt herself trying to touch the stars
I'm still with you, she said
But she was only a withered voice in his head
He knew she was dead
Oh the light is deep, like sounds
The mind is losing its bounds
Oh the light is deep in my last trip