Bella da Morire

In love movies, good always wins
And those who break up always get back together
But for us two
There's a different ending now

The crowd, among the doves, watching us
The cold, our breaths
The fog, and crying
Sunday morning here for you

You're drop dead gorgeous
You little girl
On your chest, to steal
I don't play anymore

And you're drop dead gorgeous
Everything seems like a movie
To shoot too quickly
With the end over your blue jeans

At sixteen, you don't lose your heart
Not even when you try to make love
And you with me
You've won everything

Of you, only a t-shirt remains
Left on the bed in a hurry
And the crying
Sunday morning here for you

You're drop dead gorgeous
You little girl
On your chest, to steal
I don't play anymore

And you're drop dead gorgeous
Everything seems like a movie
To shoot too quickly
With the end over your blue jeans

And you're drop dead gorgeous
Everything seems like a movie
To shoot too quickly
With the end over your blue jeans