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,
it's something you
can't get on your own
You won't be gone
What makes you 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