Il Mio Pensiero

What does this clear sky have to do with?
That has never been so blue
and doesn't care about the clouds
while here, I miss you.

A dull Sunday afternoon
how do others manage to stay up?
Not even a bit of music arrives
when here, I miss you.

And now that you are wherever you are
who knows if my thought reaches you
who knows if you laugh at it or if you enjoy it.

What does that useless sunset have to do with?
It doesn't seem to ever end
and it insists on putting on its show
while here, I miss you.

So lonely to the point of feeling panic
and there's someone else here with me
I must look really stupid
you know how it is, I miss you.

And now that you are wherever you are
who knows if my thought reaches you
who knows if you laugh at it or if you enjoy it.

And now that you are wherever you are
give me back my thought
there must be a way to let me go.

What does this young night have to do with?
The TV doesn't change anything for me
and how sad that comedian makes me
when here, I miss you.

And now that you are wherever you are
who knows if my thought reaches you
who knows if you laugh at it or if you enjoy it.

And now that you are wherever you are
give me back my thought
there must be a way to let me go.