How beautiful it would be to tell you that it's just a story
That the things that happen out there occur very far away
How beautiful it would be to deceive you by killing you with kisses
But now my arms are just other arms with fear

How beautiful it would be to tell you that it's just a game
And to spare you the lack of light that winter causes
To help you climb to the moon even though I know I shouldn't
Down here I wait for you sitting in case your flight goes wrong

I will make up
That even the bad ones are good
That there will be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin

I will make up
To save you from fear
Stars for your sky
And they won't paint your dream black at dusk
I will make up
I will make up

How beautiful it would be to tell you that there's no mystery here
That life is a joke and you shouldn't take it seriously
How beautiful it would be if it were real even if it's just a verse
And that there would be no need to make up this stupid story

I will make up
That even the bad ones are good
That there will be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin

I will make up
To save you from fear
Stars for your sky
And they won't paint your dream black at dusk
I will make up
I will make up

I will make up

I will make up
That even the bad ones are good
That there will be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin

I will make up
To save you from fear
Stars for your sky
And they won't paint your dream black at dusk

I will make up
That even the bad ones are good
That there will be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin

I will make up
I will make up

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