It's better a real disappontment
than a fake joy,
but when disappontment grows
pressure rises.
Rain is pouring hard
on my window,
at the end of the night
I wonder what's left.
But then you come in,
you sit where you want and throw away
my living melancholy
and everything seems possible to me.
I'm in a growing darkness,
come to bring light to my day.
Dragged down by the wave,
I chased the new world.
It seemed to me your hand was extended
and now I'm rising up,
please don't stop now.
My dad saw the first man
walking on the moon,
and now this is the future
and nobody cares anymore.
It happens I wake up at dawn
when wind is cool,
thinking about my illusions
about a yet lost summer.
But then you come in,
you sit where you want and throw away
my living melancholy
and everything seems possible to me.
I'm in a growing darkness,
come to bring light to my day.
Dragged down by the wave,
I chased the new world.
It seemed to me your hand was extended
and now I'm rising up,
please don't stop now.
I am almost thousand miles away,
even more.
Dream, my beautiful,
until I come back.
I am almost thousand miles away,
even more.
Dream, my beautiful,
until I come back.
I'm in a growing darkness,
come to bring light to my day.
Dragged down by the wave,
I chased the new world.
It seemed to me your hand was extended
and now I'm rising up,
please don't stop now.
I'm in a growing darkness,
dragged down by the wave.
It seemed to me your hand was extended
and now I'm rising up.