I've looked for contact.
Of talking, I was tired.
I've wanted to feel on my body
the things you told me one day.
I've thought too much
about the face you made
when I said love,
to be made, needs skin and nothing more.
I've risked a heart attack
when I saw you yesterday.
I expected some big emotion,
yes, but not to this point.
I've looked for contact
on a June day,
but I've found sweat,
silence and the summer only in a dream.
Yes... the life I wanted is all here.
The friends I dreamed of, precisely like this,
made of flesh and bones, and of a beautiful film.
I've made many dreams
to get here, here, here, here.
To get here, here, here, here.
I've looked for contact
to graze you every now and then,
to understand that deep down in the world
I'm not always that alone.
I've thought, 'I'll do it,
now I'm out to look for you',
'cause I can't find the faces to give you,
I had them here inside in the drawer.
Yes... the life I wanted is all here.
The friends I dreamed of, precisely like this,
made of red wine and a beautiful film.
I've made many dreams
to get here, here, here, here.
To get here, here, here, here.
To get to see you,
to get to touch you,
I've had to dream of you.
Yes... oh oh oh.
Oh oh oh... yes.
To get to see you.
To get to touch you.
To get all the way here,
I've had to dream of you.
To get to see you.
To get to touch you.
To get all the way here,
I've had to dream of you.
I've had to dream of you.
I've found contact.
It was only inside a dream
and I swear to you it'd be so beautiful
if I touched you when awake.