Paroles: Paolo Saporiti. Alone. Rotten Flowers.

Rotten flowers,
you turned back to snow.

I?m feeling so cold,
I?m not feeling calm,
I?m broken by thoughts
of losing your love.

Useless words,
I used to let them grow,
between, you and me,
in tune, I?m hoping for June.

And now that you?re gone,
I?m almost alone,
I can?t get enough,
enough of the world?

And living?s so tough,
without you in my heart,
I?m almost alone.