The Virgin - Phone Call

A phone call from America
He asks his friend: "How are you?"
"Girl, are you in love?
I hear it in your voice, who is he?"
"His gloves smell, smell of smoke
He's a guitarist with a torn jacket
He's a poet with his artist's hands
He's a genius, he's nice, nice and kind"
Sweet words, jokes and laughs
"And you? How are you?"
She's a librarian who wants to be a dreamer
A warrior armed with spoken words
She's the one who climbs up a beautiful rainbow
And then slips down
"I have known him for so long
But I'm not too old to fall in love
I have not forgotten the passion
Even if life has, taken him away from me"
The guitarist looks at her, from so far away
And he thinks by himself that he was so silly to leave her
He's gone so far and he's tired
But he's never forgotten… never forgotten…
"Girl, are you in love?
I hear it in your voice, who is he?"
"I have known him for so long
But I'm not too old to fall in love
I have not forgotten the passion
Even if life has, taken him away from me"
The guitarist looks at her, from so far away
And he thinks by himself that he was so silly to leave her
He's gone so far and he's tired
But he's never forgotten… never forgotten…

Written by:
Daniele Michelotti, Davide Gerola, Massimo Zorer, Paolo Lumia, Stefano Pasqualini, Thomas Trainotti

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