The fear of going far away
Makes me stay close to the things I love
To the things that at least
I really deserve
The fear of going far away
Makes me stay close to the things I love
To the things that at least
I really deserve
Hand in hand
On our airplane
Made of breakfasts
Of kisses and songs
Wake me up even if you're going out early
That I don't need to sleep
Then tell me your daily schedule
Anyway, I just listen to the part
Of your coming back
Future is like skin
It changes colour when it's holiday time
Then on September
It comes again spotted, dry and falling
Like a butterfly
You move the air in this room
I can see your clear words
The words of someone that knows already what to do
You, that can colour even my soul
And me, with the heart that weights more than the head
What would I do with you?
What will remain to you for us?
The fear of going far away
Makes me stay close to the things I love
To the things that at least
I really deserve
Let's share this universe
With the walls that I painted again
Without a mirror
The life is even better
I tell you how you look
And you tell me how I look
The reading of ouselves
It's an open novel that
Never ends
You, that can colour even my soul
And me, with the heart that weights more than the head
What would I do with you?
What will remain to you for us?