Venice

The night is cold,
But we're still standing,
The pleasant laughter
Still echoing into the sky,
The soft breeze and your gentle lips,
I want to hold your hand,
But maybe it's too much.

Never dream if you're afraid,
The feelings lost in the wind,
Too much time to decide to risk it,
One waits for the other,
And nothing happens.

A walk to remember,
But a hole left empty,
The sun is leaving,
And maybe I should too,
I can't grip on to what I want,
Slippin', slippin' from my palm,
Thinkin', thinkin' about her,
A butterfly on her shoulder,
Why am I speechless around her?

Never dream if you're afraid,
We regret the lost opportunities,
The fire in this heart of mine,
I cannot control this desire,
What happens, happens.