You can look in the forest
For a secret field, for a golden arrow
For a prince to appear
For a fable of love that will last forever
You can look in the ruins
For a wishing well, for a magic apple
For a charioteer
For a fable of love that will carry you
To a moon on a hill, to a hidden stream
A lagoon and a red horizon dream
Silhouette set away from time forever
To a valley beyond the setting sun
Where waters shine and the horses run
Where there's a man who looks for you
But while you look, you are changing, turning
You're a well of wishes, you're a fallen apple
No, no
Love's a fake
Love's a fable
Just a painting on a ceiling
Just a children's fairy tale
Still you have to look
And look and look and look and look and look and look and look
For the eyes on a bridge in the pouring rain
Not the eyes but the part you can't explain
For the arms you could fall into forever
For the joy that you thought you'd never know
For here at last away you go
To a man who looks for you
Can you find in the world, in the wide wide world
That someone sees, that someone loves you?
Love, love
Love if you can, oh my Claro
Love if you can and be loved
May it last forever
Claro, the light in the piazza