Bellissima

Oh, how grateful

His perfume in my room

Oh, how silent

His voice and attitude

He's just different

He loves with hands and clues

I might go there

When I'm blue

Instead of longing

You're there performing

Oh how the wind would pick me up

Back in the land of spoken trust

I miss the love that I had lost

Bellissima

Oh how the overseas were graced

By his own touch, his warm, his face

And when I came back to the states

I died again

Silent Christmas

Away with all of you

Passed romance city

And the Pompeii Ruins

Forgetting the rain down

Back at home

Escaped from high school

To a stage with you

They ask to touch me

But you know how to hold me

Oh how the wind would pick me up

Light as a feather, hearts are rocks

I miss the way our hands would touch

Bellissima

Oh I still long now to escape

Break from New York, I'll come and stay

Crash on the rocks, my heaven waves

From mountaintops

Winding staircases

Hand in his pocket

I'm flying away from the land I was lost in

Protesting my old man

I love him it's true

I died on the day we went back

Now two years later

Wish you were right here

I find you in dancers, I find me in tears

Stuck in a country conquered by fear

I died on the day we went back

Oh how the wind would pick me up

Longing from the Americas

Me with my love or lack thereof

Bellissima

Oh how you built up all my faith

Just for my love to chip away

I'll sing your name for days and days

From mountaintops