Old Old Kiss Lyrics & Chords By Giorgio Tuma

Seeking a light outside
Like moths round candle flames
Ink blots on the surface
Of a broken smile
Interrupted signs
And many living things
Seem to be made of wax
Shiny and cold
Two bottles fall and smash
Or flying bombs explode
We cannot hear
And someone finds relief
In work or in a kiss
Sweet fruits to eat
For me the greatest gift
Would be the tide to lift
Carrying you home
In the morning we'll meet