Il mio show

First:
Hey, I know how long the show lasts,
I know the care this gold needs now that everyone’s touching it,
baby, I know you’d rather be somewhere else,
where, where I don’t have anything else to feel but your words;
our show only lasts tonight,
even though I know the blood runs cold, be careful;
but I’ve climbed the steps to reach you,
I’ve lined up my plans one by one and I’ve got no more drawers;
it surprises me how you know how to shake me up,
you who let me in for a moment then say: "get out";
some pressures on me are bruises, yeah,
but I’ll absorb them soon and if you know, hit me;
you told me with a smile on your face,
you pulled me into the sea, I said: "I can stay until it touches";
but you belong to no one,
I know our show doesn’t last shit and as long as it does, I’ll consume it.

Chorus 2 times:
My show is in your gestures, oh, oh, oh,
in the days gone by and in these, oh, oh, oh;
now that I have the scenes I need,
you are the theater of my show, my spectacle.
You are the theater of my show.

Big Numbers:
Every moment is fragile, (I know)
we walk slowly as long as we can; (but)
but let’s not waste all the time we have in the meantime,
outside it’s pitch dark but in here I see clearly now;
I play with the camera lights on the wall,
I watch your shadow move lightly like smoke,
and I breathe it in, it’s inside me,
sometimes being good together is so simple;
it’s not just the connection between us that matters,
trust, for the day someone knocks on the door;
people talk, yeah, but they talk for free
and you don’t care what they have to say;
you know, I like your head and I love your style,
and if it’s a show, it sure has nothing to do with their pantomimes;
hold my hands tight and the show won’t end,
the numbers are all there and we can’t fail.

Chorus 2 times:
My show is in your gestures, oh, oh, oh,
in the days gone by and in these, oh, oh, oh;
now that I have the scenes I need,
you are the theater of my show, my spectacle.
You are the theater of my show.

First:
If every night is a show, I’m modestly holding my own,
but you’re an unexpected twist I didn’t see coming;
plus you set conditions, agreements,
for all the hunger, I’m the bread you bite;
take the nectar of a fruit even if it’s forbidden,
take it easy, God already failed with Adam and Eve;
I just need you, never without you even if,
absurdly, I caught the eye of some fly girl;
I’ve got a mic and let’s go, I have the chemistry to melt it,
I’ve got a night of thoughts behind me and my eyes are popping out;
yeah, but this morning anything goes and I’m out early,
seen the lawn, seen the seeds to water, I won’t trample it;
moments fit them like a glove,
but you’re where I keep my focus, where I put the accent;
you are the core,
you are the lights, you are the last show that remains when I turn off the video.

Chorus 2 times:
My show is in your gestures, oh, oh, oh,
in the days gone by and in these, oh, oh, oh;
now that I have the scenes I need,
you are the theater of my show, my spectacle.
You are the theater of my show.