let me tell you one thing; let me show you the one thing you never saw:

there is no need to change something that is already changing,
but your smooth fingertips only fastened the process I was in
of losing you and everything we had.
there is no need for things to stay the same, but you never noticed
you were in the process of deloving and that I was your victim.

we'd always go to cities and we wanted to declare our passion
on every highest spot of town.
our love was the highest and everyone needed to know.
back then we had it all, but maybe we were already losing it.

we'd learn italian just because we thought we'd once live in the country of
love, but my passion for the language was always bigger than yours.
we'd look each other in the eyes and i'd see brown and green and orange sparkles,
you only told me my mascara had run down.
we were losing it and you never even saw.

and seeing that orange sparkles in your eyes for the very last time
made me realise we used to stand on the top of the world,
but that only gave us a longer way to fall.