I don't see a miracle.
Shining from the sky.
I'm no good at statues and stories.
I try...
That's not what I think about.
That's not what I see.
I know what the sunlight can be...
The light, The light in the Piazza.
Tiny, sweet...
And then it grows
And then it FILLS the air!
Who knows what you'll call it.
I don't care!
Out there somewhere, I have something I have never had...
As sad, as happy...
That's all I see.
The light in the Piazza.
The light in the Piazza.
It's rushing out...
It's pouring out!
It's flying through the air!
Over the air!
Who knows what you call it,
But it's there!
It is THERE!
All I see is,
All I want is tearing from inside!
I see It!
Now I see IT!
Now Everywhere and Everywhere!
Everything and Everywhere!...
The Light in the Piazza...
My love...