Passato che ritorna, eterno rimosso

We knew each other when we were very young

High school sweethearts, or something American

Now we've become older I only see photos

She's what I thought, something American

Something American

But you don't call me now

And I don't think too much about you

But when she's not around

I can feel you're lonely

Oh, I can feel you're lonely somehow

I'm not nice like her

Won't wear white like her

Don't live life with the pages mapped out

No, I'm not perfect

But then no one is

We're all reaching for something American