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