Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me...

Già, è male raccontare. Perchè ciò che racconti, poi, ti mancherà.

Out of the mouth of a mother
into the hands of a brother
into the heart of a lover
and out of the hand of another
into the eyes of a child
into the ears of a child
into the heart of a child