Com'era Dov'era - He Said

To our thirst in the west

Runs a hand from the east

The last to relieve

Is an early guess

Com’era dov’era

Does it feel like the first time?

Am I here

To claim your bowls?

I’ve walked for what seems like miles

Is this a shot in the dark?

Com’era dov’era

Does it feel like the first time?

Have you the courage

To make it your last?

To become tense?

With a quite smile

Com’era dov’era

Does it feel like the first time?

Com’era dov’era

Does it feel like the first time?