Like in a clothing store
You enter than disappear from my life
And if I ask for more
Questions end up hanged in single file
If I insist I make you doubt
To the point you won't wanna
Discover new clothes anymore
And at the top of my voice I shout
To light your desire to open my door
In my dreams things are work of art
Like reflections of your golden hair
'cause all I have in my heart
Are the colors you fancy to wear
I wish my nights to be quiet
I wish to see your smile when the sun rise
I wish to always know what to invent
So as not to inspire you some new lies
Then the store lights go down
Before i could have seen what you've got on
So I try to figure out what was your last dress
And remember how sweet was our last dance..