I´ll wait in line for you to find some good in me
And I will be ready if that day should ever come
I´ll hold the hands of those who can see more than me

´cause I have been proud
But I´m beaten now

All these years parading
Parading my flaws
I´ve been slowly deflating
But baby, now I´m yours

I left Italy to love you
And what is left ain´t much
It took too long to trust you
I fear I´ll crumble at your touch
At your touch

And if you should ever tire of being my everything
I´ll understand and turn these hands to writing
But I can´t promise you won´t be in every word

As you are now
As you are now
All these years of running
Of running away
I´ve been looking for something
For something to feel this way

I left Italy to love you
And what is left ain´t much
It took too long to trust you
I fear I´ll crumble at your touch
At your touch