Bella

I know your way of looking when things go wrong… and now that I think about it
I know exactly what you keep quiet when you can't take it anymore
I can tell what you're thinking when you say there's nothing to think about and in the crowd
I suspect what you hope I'll say and it's never easy to accept

I still believe that fate fits in your shoes
That all this time hasn't worn us down
That I was born to document your existence and even though sometimes my patience doesn't cooperate
Just seeing you is enough to convince me that you remain incredibly beautiful
Impatiently beautiful
Quickly beautiful
Imperfectly beautiful, beautiful

I can tell that in the palm of your hand fits all my pain… that's why I'm not afraid anymore
And I love that in moments of madness you take the wheel from me
I confess that my addicted freedom is always a contradiction… that's why I don't understand
If I hate that you let go of my hand while walking through the city

Listen to me well because I know we are a duet on the wall
That shakes suddenly when I'm not there and I'll tell you

That I still believe that fate fits in your shoes
That all this time hasn't worn us down
That I was born to document your existence and even though sometimes my patience doesn't cooperate
Just seeing you is enough to convince me that you remain incredibly beautiful
Impatiently beautiful
Quickly beautiful
Imperfectly beautiful
Beautiful
Lean out the window, my love
Beautiful