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, youâre looking for maternal perfection. Oh what a shame, itâs something you cant get on youâre 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 yours 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 yours 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.