Amante Ideal

Body on the bed
From my window I see
I hear whispers
Doves falling down

From my room
I replay pleasure a thousand times
A gaze is just a gaze
I can't speak anymore

With what wonder I wake up
In this room
Sweet waiting, the warmth
Of my hands on your cross

It's a painted face
Something lifeless yet so special
Something innocent, something offered
Ideal lover

With what wonder I wake up
In this room
Sweet waiting, the warmth
Of my hands on your cross

I've traveled to the north, to the south
I couldn't help but come back
Back in the nights
Driven by anguish, I've let her go
She's taken me from here to there
And today I open her face, her body
Her eyes, her soul
I don't want to let her sleep

With what wonder I wake up
In this room
Sweet waiting, the warmth
Of my hands on your cross

It's a painted face
Something lifeless yet so special
Something innocent, something offered
Ideal lover

With what wonder I wake up
In this room
Sweet waiting, the warmth
Of my hands on your cross

I've traveled, I've traveled
I couldn't help but come back