Innocente
it's the rain that i [bad word] not a stranger or a ghost
the quiet of a storm approaching
that i fear the most

it's the pain that i [bad word] the slightest crystal teardrops to the ground
in silence when my love is near

darling when did you fall when was it over
i suppose it is the price of falling in love

darling when did you fall when was it over
darling when, when did you fall when was it over

it's marching through my door now
the stony cold of lonesome
a bell tolls for my heart
and then my lonesome song begins
(that i fear the most)

i suppose it is the price of falling in love

darling when did you call - i couldn't hear you
darling when, when did you cry - i couldn't hear you

i suppose it is the price of falling in love