It doesn't matter what you do, just don't make noise
I built a port where the city dies
It doesn't matter where you go, just look outside
I wrote a song to give to our hearts

And it doesn't matter if we pretended to be grown up
Because a story without a beginning doesn't exist

When I took a house behind Via del Fico
An old piano that was our friend
We picked up an angel in St. Peter's Square
Who had a broken wing and a glass soul

And every time we imagine ourselves closer
I almost feel your breath on me

You never kiss me unless I do it
You run a little from your mood, if you want I can lend you mine
If this is not love, it certainly resembles it
Because we think too much but the heart is never wrong

And every time I see your mouth in photos
I dream of being drops of water for you

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Of infinite noises with your eyes you remain (uh, uh)
Hide, even sweeter (uh, uh)
(Uh, uh) kilometers and kilometers to disperse and get lost
(Uh) to get lost and disperse, to find and find each other
(Uh) wanting to feel naked
(Uh) wanting to find each other together, skin on skin
(Uh) on lips on skin
(Uh) while the eyes chase each other
(Uh) while the eyes breathe
(Uh) listen, listen to each other, listen to us, disappear
(Uh) participating in the most remote concerts in the world
(Uh) which is not earth but universe
(Uh) seeking comfort
(Uh, uh) memory of affection and the shapes that make you up

I'm just a little afraid that I'm not enough for you
That I still talk to the sky even though I've lost God

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