They walk hand in hand through the crowd
Within the city lights, under a holy shroud
And just like the stars above, their eyes are sparkling
In the city of Turin
The sound of leather boots on the cobbled streets
Just like last night between the sheets
Hands spiral together like the beautifully crafted lampposts
Their shadows in the alleyways mingle with the ghosts
And like the ghosts they drift through the city
Absorbing the culture and history of Italy
Statues everywhere tell them about a once great empire
Built upon love, lust and desire for power
The smell of her perfume is drowned out by cooking dough
Of pizzas freshly baked with mozzarella and tomato
Silence is mixed with laughter
In the city of a happy ever after
The two lovers kiss in the plaza square
The moonlight shines upon her blonde hair
They look at each other, holding, touching, kissing
In the city of Turin.
