Santa Maria Novella

I see your eyes burning with frustration and wet with tears So I take you for a walk, and our footsteps together will free the talk A city radiating light, it feels like we’re in black and white Did I sound convincing? Bitterness has no place here And I know that no-one likes a tourist I feel like I’m one here And I realise of course, we’ll criticise what’s corny But I like the way it looks, and I think you’re brave It’s hard to overcome, but it will cut you like a knife In the middle of the night, when you should be sleeping But you just stare at the ceiling Past countless souvenir shops, tried hard to make you laugh By Santa Maria Novella, I remember how And I know that no-one likes a tourist I feel like I’m one here And I realise of course, we’ll criticise what’s corny But I like the way it looks, and I think you’re brave In an orange alley, I can hear the auto-tune echo from a radio It all sounds the same, but we don’t know the names And I know that no-one likes a tourist I feel like I’m one here And I realise of course, we’ll criticise what’s corny But I like the way it looks, and I think you’re brave