I often feel the need to close my eyes
and to understand whether it is right to think the same way, even if you're only a memory
and it is strange to receive so much from you without you being near
Now that it's cold I'd love to have you here
to feel warmer and to no longer have fears
and to commit to make you feel good
because for me you are the sun
and my words are not just words.
I feel your hands (the same), even if I don't have you here beside me
I would like to have you close, to make you feel how beautiful the winter is
where a simple hug can be different
because as well as a touch it can transmit something much more warmer.
I ask my self if it is right, if I'm crazy
If it's wrong what I'm doing
I answer that I can lie to everyone else but myself
that I don't want to give up what I feel
and I want it so badly
and I'm looking in the wind
I swear my words are not just words
I feel your hands (the same), even if I don't have you here beside me
I would like to have you close, to make you feel how beautiful the winter is
where a simple hug can be different
because as well as a touch it can transmit something much more warmer.