You on the hill. It´s time to come down.
Lets have something real, and leave your last name behind.
Just running through the fields, en la campiña italiana.
Not for looks cuz I ain´t got any. And you´ve lost yours so... what the heck.
Just lay down together looking at the sky intense.
At an open field where we can shout and not be heard.
Hours going by. Just you and me on a cloud.
Time running out, and we won´t care.
