I don’t like sympathizers, I don’t like stumbling when I fall

Maybe I’m a proselytizing

Singing, strumming, pain-disguising

Bleeding-hearted death defying

Lover of it all

But I do like public kisses, especially when they last a bit too long

And I’ve had some near misses

To tell the truth the whole damn list is

A bunch of ill-begotten wishes

Go on, prove me wrong

Resurrection

In Italy they understand it—every afternoon they go to sleep

Streets are filled with crazy drivers

Football’s still the grеat uniter

Lazarus was not that tired

And truth is in the cеnturies you keep

Resurrection

Resurrection

I like long hot showers, I like the sunlight in your hair

Maybe it’s your girlish powers

The way you sing of bending flowers

The way you laugh when time is ours

Slow and unaware

Resurrection

Resurrection

Yeah