She gives me the kinda time The kinda room and peace of mind To contemplate my vanity She'd walk through a wall of fire Knowing I'm on the other side
If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields, through the quiet
L?Italia non legge, non legge il giornale Figuriamoci un libro, al limite un settimanale L?Italia se parla, parla solo in inglese Con la Fabbri editore
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways
