Under my skin And over the silence All I can hear is the echo of you Under my skin And over the silence All I can hear is the echo of you Let it begin, how beautiful science If I am the poet, then you are my muse Into the night And perfect in motion Deep as the dolphins that swim With the moon Lost in a world of purest of motion If I am the rider then you are my muse My muse Until the end A delicate notion Always the one who is here in my tune Lost in our world Of surest devotion If I am the sculptor than you are my muse
