作词 : Elena Marco
作曲 : Elena Marco
Never seen such angry colours in the sky
Never heard the wind start roaring
as my temper starts to rise
You said that was magic
Seven days in pieces for climbing up
For thoroughly looking for the highest spot
To achieve the highest, heaviest fall
And I was wondering all along: is this for real,
Am I living this song?
As you slept trying to get rid of my hold
Is it still love, if it’s not meant to be?
I know we both have to go, but do we, really?
Not a healthy day, 24 hours in bed
But I feel justified in my pain
And my pain feeds on your love
And if your love feeds on magic
then we should be half way there
But I know that we are not
Love’s our exile, not our home
Magic was the snake, close my eyes, fall
Is it still love, if it’s not meant to be?
I know we both have to go, but do we, really?