somewhere like italy
if i could paint you a picture of somewhere like italy
now there’s a place of romance
i will tell you what you’d see
you’d see a perfect little me
taking the big chance
and when i painted the moon
i’d paint it half gone but hoping this half is brighter
and when things could go either way
i’d give myself the chance to say
right or wrong
sometimes there’s only now
that’s how the garden grows
it doesn’t wonder how
like a moth to a flame you draw me closer
and it gets brighter
i’ll put my secrets in your hand
and you can burn me where i stand
right or wrong
sometimes there’s only now
that’s how the garden grows
it doesn’t wonder how
and a hundred years from now
in someone else’s eyes
a crumbling garden wall
the secrets of the kind
if i could paint you a picture of somewhere like italy
i’d put my secrets in your hand
and you could burn me where i stand
right or wrong
sometimes there’s only now
that’s how the garden grows
it doesn’t wonder how
ce sia bene o sia male no so
ma tutto il tempo
que abiamo e soltanto adesso
come in questo giardino
che cresce e non chiede mai
che stagione farà
if i could paint you a picture of somewhere like italy
© 1999 blue mole music/BMI
Italian lyric by Stefano Barotti
jaime – guitar & vocals
ben wright – acoustic guitar
char rothschild - accordion
justin bransford – bass
mark clark – drums
stefano barotti - vocals