Fire in your eyes, a 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, it's something you cant get on you're own.
You want me gone but you want me to stay.
And you need my absolution, for the sins you wont confess.
Chorus
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 unfaltering strength?
Convinced of a dream, denying a scheme
And you need my absolution, for the sins you wont confess.
Chorus
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.
Sing low, help me remember how you loved making me cry
Now I hear only echoes and whispers,
An Italian Song of Love.
