Call them mysteries and call them as you will
All those things that you make me feel
Tell me your secrets, I entrust mine to you
And inside you'll find what you want to know
And don't be surpised when you'll find out
that I can't sleep without a bit of light
And don't take it badly when
you'll find out my fear of flying,
and of sinking,
of never succeeding at things
Take me seriously and tell me what can bring back the sun on your face
I'll be looking for the light until
I am sure of your warm and wonderful smile
The more you're close to me, the more I realise that
I no longer fear of flying,
and of sinking,
of never succeeding at things.