Don Conoscenti

let's go to milan. walk the ancient streets.
do the things that lovers do.
use the language that they speak.
in la piazza della scala the sun is sinking.
tourists are getting lost.
what are you thinking, molly?

truest heart you'll ever find is in your pocket.
and if your love was mine
i'd keep it in a thousand lockets.
leave one everywhere i had the need to go.
across town. across the world you'd be with me, molly.

i'm sorry for your sad beginnings. you gotta let em go.
there's a lighthouse on the coast.
see the things you love the most.
see yourself through my eyes, molly.

let the northern wind tangle up your hair.
why don't you give l.a. a rest?
you could use a little air.
leave your boots beside the bed.
lay your body next to me. there is fire in your eyes.
what are you thinking, molly?

i'm sorry for your sad beginnings.
you gotta let em go.
there's a lighthouse on the coast.
see the things you love the most.
see yourself through my eyes, molly.

let's go to milan.
walk the ancient streets.
do the things that lovers do.
use the language that they speak.
... what are you thinking molly?