Franz il biondo

By day we vent on the streets
of an ephemeral American dream
By night we roam among glorious villas
in suicide cars
Emerging from the concrete coffins towards highway 9
On chrome wheels, fuel-injected engines
Racing along the white line
Small, this city tears the bones from your back
It's a deadly trap, an invitation to suicide
We must escape while we are young
Because drifters like us, darling, were born to run

Let me in, I want to be your friend
I want to protect your dreams and your visions
Cross your legs on these velvet seats
And grab my engines with your hands
Together we can break this trap
We will run until we fall, baby, never turning back
You will walk with me on the wire
Because baby, I’m just a scared and lonely traveler
But I want to know how it feels
I want to know if your love is wild
Girl, I want to know if love is true

Beyond the Palace, half-revving engines roar along the boulevard
Girls fix their hair in the rearview mirrors
And boys try on tough looks
The amusement park towers high and solemn
Boys huddle on the beach in the mist
I want to die with you on the road tonight
In an endless kiss

The highways are full of broken heroes
Driving their last chance
They’re all on the run, tonight
But there’s no place left to hide
Together we can bear the sadness
I will love you with all the madness of my anima
One day girl, I don’t know when, we'll reach that place
Where we truly want to go
And we will walk in the sun
But until then drifters like us
were born to run