On a pillow for two / Fairytales about love

Good morning, I'm waking between the bed sheets.
And there is a very deep scent of morning.
The grass is full with dew,
and I feel like I'm new,
on a new pillow for two.

I'm raising my head from my bed,
looking twards the watch on my hand.
And I see that you,
are lost and it's true,
alone, on a pillow for two.

I've heard so many fairytales about love,
and I know it's not coming from up above.
And I can't see me or you,
maybe because I'm alone on a pillow for two.

Good noon, I'm on my way in the busy streets.
I'm in a stress like a regular beat.
The sky is painted with blue,
and there are me and you,
on a pillow for two.

I'm going slowly gaze at empty signs,
and I have nothing that remind in my mind.
The grass has no more dew,
and the regualr day is not new,
like always I'm alone on a pillow for two.

I've heard so many fairytales about love,
and I know it's not coming from up above.
And I can't see me or you,
maybe because I'm alone on a pillow for two.

Pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam pam,
la la la la la la la.
Da da da da da da da da da da
la la la
pam pam pam.

I've heard so many fairytales about love,
and I know it's not coming from up above.
And I can't see me or you,
maybe because I'm alone on a pillow for two.

On a pillow for two.
On a pillow for two.