Lovely On My Hand - Dorotea Mele, Gabry Ponte

Here’s come the time

Through the windows of my mind

I catch the breeze again

Tried to find my play

Tried to leave the game but then again I

Couldn’t stop to think of us

I couldn’t move the things how I used to do

Time lays up the darker sides

Behind the traps of those who win the truth

My thoughts go far indeed

I see some shadows on my place

I’d to come back to my roots

To let the flowers blow

To let the flowers grow

Here’s come the time

Day by day we’re writing down

The story of you and me

Dreaming on my hand

Lovely on my hand

To fall in love again

Forever

To sing my dreams of you

Together

To fall in love with you

Forever