Elettrodomestico (Jane Wiedlin, Pietro Straccia)

BRITTLE

Standing on the edge of a cliff
It’s unstable, it’s unstable
Trying to find a purpose to purchase
I’m unable, unable

AND IT FEELS LIKE I’M LOSING
CONTROL OF ILLUSION
CONTROL OF ILLUSION

When I was a girl I could breathe
Above water, underwater
When I was a girl I could fly
Like every daughter
Every daughter

AND IT FEELS LIKE I’M LOSING
CONTROL OF ILLUSION
CONTROL OF ILLUSION

THERE WERE BUMPS
AND I FELT THEM ALL
NOT JUST A LITTLE
WITH EVERY JUMP
WHAT WAS TOUGH
BECAME BRITTLE

Everywhere is poisoned beauty
All the world is set on fire
And I would be with other people
Who desire my desires
Now I’d rather be alone
I’m unable, I’m a liar

Chorus
AND IT FEELS LIKE I’M LOSING
CONTROL OF ILLUSION
IT FEELS LIKE I’M LOSING
CONTROL OF ILLUSION

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