A Fari Spenti

The heart moves
Doesn't seek reason
The mind deceives
And changes things
September
And the waves are sweeter
The light reflected on the sea
September changes your mood

And I still feel your hands on me
And I still feel your hands on me, ah-ah, ah
I see you driving with the lights off, ah-ah, ah
Fragile lives like origami, ah-ah, ah-ah
And it was all there, in those few moments
The mystery of searching

I'm not one of
Your disappointed women
September
No one holds a grudge against you
In the room, a beat bouncing
Sex appeal is chewed
Russian roulette, burning skin
The air becomes electric
Eyes closed, everything spinning
Your mouth glistens
Light shines in the pupil
Your gaze dominates

And I still feel your hands on me, ah-ah, ah
I see you driving with the lights off, ah-ah, ah
Fragile lives like origami, ah-ah, ah-ah
And it was all there, in those few moments
The mystery of searching

September
What remains of you to me?
Why are our promises
Still ours, never fulfilled?

(And I still feel your hands on me)
And I still feel your hands on me, ah-ah, ah
I see you driving with the lights off, ah-ah, ah
Fragile lives like origami, ah-ah, ah-ah
And it was all there, in those few moments
The mystery of searching