It's Not Impossible (feat. Charlie Winston) - Stefano Lentini

No matter what I do No matter how I move I'm caught in your clutches Second fiddle to your tune I'm told you're protection In the name of good health But if your big idea Is to drive that spear in my spine I can protect myself (Unconscious, unconscious...) No time in the unconscious No rhythms, whys, or wherefores The symptom's imperative Daemons knocking on my core You're a chile' of the voodoo You put a spell on me Made me wear that skin of ambivalence Dropping logic bombs like it's World War 3 You weigh me down You weigh me down You do You weigh me down As if there's nothing I can do No evidence of anger No evidence of rage Am I a serial emotion killer Well schooled from a young age? Is it a reservoir of sadness Or a mountain of pain I'm gonna mine this mind Dive inside Terrified but I'm starting again You weigh me down You weigh me down You do You weigh me down And now I'm really on to you "Back sprain or strain, tennis elbow One leg shorter than the other, weak abdominal muscles Shooting pains, spinal disorders Muscle pull, even sciatica..." I'm watching you Steering my attention Don't expect me to be good And let the games begin! (Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes) "I can use my imagination and Think of the unconscious as the basement of my mind" No matter what it takes No more for goodist sake I'm done with perfection And the mess it makes Gonna weigh me down Gonna weigh me down No more No longer physical This shit's psychological So I'm learning your logic Wish I'd learned it at school Woh-oh-oh-oh, Going way down Going way down For good For good For good For good For good "Lose my mind and come to my senses" "Lose my mind and come to my senses" "Lose my mind and come to my senses" "Lose my mind and come to my senses" (Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes) "I can use my imagination and Think of the unconscious as the basement of my mind"

Lately I've been thinking This could be an another soundtrack to your life... Seems like an other script by heart... The curtains haven't open But i've been watching everybody play the Part Think i'll stick around To see what happens give an inch and you take a mile Couldn't you have waited A little while longer what's the feeling strong Lately You've been living on the outside lane Frankly I'm not letting you through Lately You've been living on the outside lane Frankly I'm not letting you through You need another car Lately, i've been watching From the back seat Seeing how the others drive Funny how they love to take control Till something isn't working I see them losing their minds Trying to keep their pride As the race for the first position Give an inch and you take a mile Couldn't you have waited A little while longer What's the feeling strong Lately You've been living on the outside lane Frankly I'm not letting you through Lately You've been living on the outside lane Frankly I'm not letting you through You need another car You need another car You need another car Lately You've been living on the outside lane Frankly I'm not letting you through Lately You've been living on the outside lane Frankly I'm not letting you through

There's really not so much to tell. She was 29, showing signs of doing well For herself. She never spoke of feeling sad. Was, oh, so close with the family and friends She had around her. But she went quietly. She didn't make a sound. With the wish not to be found. Without a word of where. Just a note that wrote: "Forgetting is easier." Years have fallen since the day She wrote the note and chose to float away Into the Ether. Someone said they saw her south At the coast on the river's mouth, But only briefly. 'Cause she went quietly. She didn't make a sound. With the wish not to be found. Without a word of where. Just a note that wrote: "Forgetting is easier." She went quietly. She didn't make a sound. With the wish not to be found. Without a word of where. Just a note that wrote: "Forgetting is easier." Out of the blue, in the pouring rain, To my doorstep, old and cold today she came, With her story. I asked her in, but she declined. Had just one, single thing to get off her mind. And, that was, "Sorry."