How long before I get in, before it starts, before I begin? How long before you decide, before I know what it feels like? How long do I have to climb, up on the side of this mountain of mine? How long am I gonna stand, with my head stuck under the sand? I'll start before I can stop, before I see thing the right way up. All that noise, all that sound. All those places I got found. And words go flying at the speed of sound to show how it all began. When you see it, then you'll understand. - Federica, I write if music inspires me.