Above Love


It is not the first time that someone sowed the seed
There was a time when we could even breathe
It's not the first time that someone spoke of love
There's nothing new. It's just my point of view

Some people tell me that my eyes are small
That's on account of the place where I was born
So before I tell you to open your eyes
Perhaps I'd better first open mine

Love is the thing that keeps us hanging on
It pulls at the centre of everything we own
It's the weight of the arm resting on the shoulder
And the songs that we sing over and over

Lucignano, 27 3 2007