Tattooed Millionaire (2001 Remastered Version) - Bruce Dickinson

È notte alta e sono sveglia Sei sempre tu il mio chiodo fisso Insieme a te ci stavo meglio E più ti penso, più ti voglio Tutto il casino fatto per averti Per questo amore che era un frutto acerbo E adesso che ti voglio bene io ti perdo Ancora, ancora, ancora Perché io da quella sera Non ho fatto più l'amore senza te E non me ne frega niente senza te Anche se incontrassi un angelo, direi "Non mi fai volare in alto quanto lui" È notte alta e sono sveglia E mi rivesto e mi rispoglio Mi fa smaniare questa voglia E prima o poi farò lo sbaglio Di fare il pazzo e venir sotto casa Tirare sassi alla finestra accesa Prendere a calci la tua porta chiusa, chiusa Ancora, ancora, ancora Perché io da quella sera Non ho fatto più l'amore senza te E non me ne frega niente senza te Ancora, ancora, ancora

Pianissimo Te lo dico dico pianissimo Il mio piccolo ciao Sottovoce Così nessuno capirà niente E tu solamente tu capirai Quanto sono innamorata Di te Pianissimo Devo dirlo pianissimo Questo piccolo ciao Mi dispiace Doverti dire solo ciao Mentre In mezzo alla gente Vorrei gridare Fortissimo Che ti amo Fortissimo Che ti amo di più Di ogni cosa al mondo amore Amo te

The farmhouse was overtaken By vine and the snake Hooked on phantom power The acres seemed to ache Pursued by floating rebels They'd take us, if they could I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs The door mouse was mistaken There was no quarter there The attic and the cellar Were but jaws of a bear The hunter was the quarry All tangled in the wood I thought a spell of country living Would do my spirits good Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Disembodied gentry Gathered by my door Your electrical habits Aren't welcome here anymore That day I left With a locket and glove Keepsakes lest I forget A woman by the name of Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know Emily Dickinson All buttoned down in Victoria-black Let's watch the white clouds run With the cool grass on our backs Emily Dickinson Trade your lily for a rose Run to the valley Where the wild daisy grows Emily Dickinson Won't you lay your hair down low? Staring out the windowpane There's so much more to know

We all have secret lives, in our secret rooms Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, when the night is closing down Sliding into darkness, you could be like me Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make up our faces, the make-up of the clown Happy leaving traces of our childish background Pointing at the sky, we can watch the stars You think you're all alone, but you never are... Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye