More than words - Extreme - Lyrics

 

Saying I love you,

is not the words I 

want to hear from you.

It' s not that I want you

not to say, 

but if you only knew.

How easy

it would be to show me

how you feel.

More than words,

is all you have to do

 to make it real.

Then you wouldn't

have to say

that you love me.

Cause I' d already know. <3

What would you do,

if my heart was torn in two?

More than words to show you feel,

that your love for me is real.

What would you say, 

if I took those words away?

Then you couldn' t make things new,

just by saying I love you.

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La di da, da di da, di dai dai da.

More than words.

La di da, da di da.

Oooh.

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Now that I' ve tried to

talk to you and 

make you understand.

All you have to do is

close your eyes

and just reach out your hands.

And touch me. 

hold me close,

don' t ever let me go.

More than words

is all I ever needed 

you to show.

Then you wouldn' t 

have to say,

that you love me.

Cause I' d already know. <3

What would you do,

if my heart was torn in two?

More than words to show you feel,

that your love for me is real.

What would you say, 

if I took those words away?

Then you couldn' t make things new,

just by saying I love you.

No. 48

A few days ago, I started remembering my old journeys,
the voices that pushed me to the chaos of  my yesterdays.

Routes that had been arranged a long time ago,

from those who think that nothing ever goes.

I used to watch them always rushing,

for the train, the ship, the plane.
Needed something to grab on, I guess.

And even if I was too shy to speak,

I never really understood what they were trying to find in that haste.

They all had come across my spots and nights.

But not even one could stand my crazy fights.

So, the other day, I went back to my past,

wondering like a random passer-by.

Forgotten, there I starred at my first "why?".

And then the answer came to me straight.

And all those gazes that had passed in front of us

what were they, if not a pause in our loneliness?

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Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall. 

Who is the ugliest of them all?

People are becoming monsters.

Fame monsters. Media monsters. Material monsters. 

Nobody seems to care. 

We are all absorbed in this fake madness losing our identity. 

The mirror will soon devour us all. 

Wake up!