I don't see a miracle shining from the sky I'm no good at statues and stories I try That's not what I think about That's not what I see I know what the sunlight can be The Light, the Light in the Piazza Tiny sweet And then it grows And then it fills the air Who knows what you call it? I don't care Out of somewhere I have something I have never had And sad is happy That's all I see The Light in the Piazza The Light in the Piazza It's rushing up It's pouring out It's flying through the air All through the air Who knows what you call it? But it's there It is there All I see is All I want is tearing from inside I see it Now I see it everywhere It's everywhere It's everything and everywhere Fabrizio The Light in the Piazza My Love