Who draw your sadness on a paper
Took your sorrow and throwed it away
Who let the wind blows through the dust
Of desperation, healing all the pain
Heavy clouds over the seas
In flocks os ashes
A new love will born
Flying away upon the sunset
Made of fatalism
Made of stone
Let me feed your laugh
The time into your watch
The air you keep within your lungs
Let me raise a temple
That surrounds your skin
Who'll be the light who shines on me
Who draw your sadness on a paper
Painting all your future of grace
Who'll be the one who dry
Your eyes of tears
Who'll be the one to keep your faith
Who will hold your hands
In case you fall
Until the colour shakes your bones
Who will keep your dreams with joy
Oliver and over
Lighting up your world
Let me feed your laugh
The time into your watch
The air you keep within your lungs
Let me raise a temple
That surrounds your skin
Who'll be the light who shines on me