The first note that tied me to your curly hair,
Such sweet chains to smell, to fall into.
And your eyes, warm like the night in the woodenhouse.
And all the mess I made, did I dig too fast?
But you know me I can't help trying to light
Your candle in those dark nights.
When the hardest part comes among sad oniric chairs,
Rest on my chest when they don't understand.
Whisper your dreams to a man's brain,
But you know I'm the one who knew before you spoke.
From the early rays in the sun, to the white days we never saw,
Were all gifts of smiles and blue floods in the night.
But like the past whispering to your hair our song on the lawn
Made you smile and it's all that I'm looking for.
When the hardest part comes among sad oniric chairs,
Rest on my chest when they don't understand.
Whisper your dreams to a man's brain,
But you know I'm the one who knew before you spoke.
Maybe now, hand in hand, we can wait for the storm to pass.
Under blankets of plastic stars.
And a train to Venice changed everything.
Get lost in hopes and tremble in a perfect day.
I believe we are made to share some weight,
But I need you to speak, won't you hear me, I'm crying for you,
My love is not in vain.
My love is not in vain,
I know, I know, I know.