Testo di Old Shoes

Though my shoes are not for winter Though my hands are very cold Though my pockets may be empty I intend to find you on my own Though the music has been fading Though the cellos have gone home Though the piano has been waiting For some lonely man to play a note I wrap my arm around your side Put your hand where you can feel me In this moment we're alive In this moment we can die free How can I make you, make you understand? Though the music has been fading Though the cellos have gone home The piano has been waiting For some lonely man to play a note I wrap my arm around your side Put your hand where you can feel me In this moment we're alive In this moment we can die free How can I make you, make you understand?