Fire in your eyes, the promise of true love and protection
But in your mind, necessity of getting your way
Tradition disguised, suspicion and lies
Selfish desire, you're looking for maternal perfection
Oh what a shame, its something you can't get on your own
You want me gone, you want me to stay
And you need my absolution for the sins you can't confess
Sing low so no one hears you and sing high making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms
An Italian song of love
Who can resist a show of such apparent devotion
Could there exist a love of such unfaultering strength?
Convinced of a dream, denying a scheme
And you need my absolution for the sins you won't confess
Sing low so no one hears you and sing high making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms
An Italian love song
Sing low help me remember how you loved making me cry
Now I hear only echoes and whispers
These echoes and whispers
An Italian song of love
Sing low so no one hears you and sing high making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms
An Italian love song
Sing low help me remember how you loved making me cry
Now I hear only echoes and whispers
These echoes and whispers
An Italian song of love
But in your mind, necessity of getting your way
Tradition disguised, suspicion and lies
Selfish desire, you're looking for maternal perfection
Oh what a shame, its something you can't get on your own
You want me gone, you want me to stay
And you need my absolution for the sins you can't confess
Sing low so no one hears you and sing high making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms
An Italian song of love
Who can resist a show of such apparent devotion
Could there exist a love of such unfaultering strength?
Convinced of a dream, denying a scheme
And you need my absolution for the sins you won't confess
Sing low so no one hears you and sing high making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms
An Italian love song
Sing low help me remember how you loved making me cry
Now I hear only echoes and whispers
These echoes and whispers
An Italian song of love
Sing low so no one hears you and sing high making me cry
I hear something when wrapped in your arms
An Italian love song
Sing low help me remember how you loved making me cry
Now I hear only echoes and whispers
These echoes and whispers
An Italian song of love