they say there is a song, that only lovers know,
that only lovers sing, i don't know how it goes
but one day i suppose, i'll get to hear it too,
but i don't think i can, unless i am with you.

it only could be you who gets to sing to me
a song of everyday, a song of wait and see.
a song of growing old, a song of being free,
it only could be you who sings that song to me.

(break)

a temperamental rain is falling in my heart
it saturates the day, until it tears apart
it burdens every call of every lonely bird
so jealous of your love, so eager to be heard

but it only could be you who gets to sing to me
a song of everyday, a song of wait and see.
a song of growing old, a song of being free,
it only could be you who sings that song to me.