Fire in your eyes, a promise of true love and protection but in your mind, neccessity 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 want me gone but you want me to stay. And you need my absolution, for the sins you won't 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 unfaultering strength? Convinced of a dream, denying a scheme And you need my absolution, for the sins you wont confess.
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Sing low, help me remember how you loved making me cry Now I hear only echoes and whispers, An Italian song of love.