Where The Light Gets In

WHERE THE LIGHT GETS IN
(A reworking of an original instrumental track, Project 72, by Silvio Vinci )

I left my coat beside the door,
Your letter lying on the floor.
Outside, the street was turning blue,
A morning I could wander through.

I took the long way down the hill,
Past shuttered shops and windowsills.
No destination, no disguise,
Just cold air waking up my eyes.

Let the light get in,
Let it find my skin.
I've been standing still,
Now I'm moving again.

Let the old walls shake,
Let the daylight break.
I can feel it coming—
I'm moving again.

Somebody had a radio on,
I stopped to listen to the song.
I couldn't name it if I tried,
But something in me came alive.

Your words were somewhere far behind,
For once, no answer crossed my mind.
The traffic started rolling through,
And I had somewhere to get to.

Let the light get in,
Let it find my skin.
I've been standing still,
Now I'm moving again.

Let the old walls shake,
Let the daylight break.
I can feel it coming—
I'm moving again.

Nothing vanished overnight,
Nothing suddenly came right.
But I stayed out in the sun
Till the shadows had moved on.

Let the light get in,
Let it find my skin.
I've been standing still,
Now I'm moving again.

Let the old walls shake,
Let the daylight break.
I can feel it coming—
I'm moving again.

Let the light get in…
I'm moving again.
Let the light get in…