In misty alleyways of old Venice I’d paint the world in shades of gray Then I saw you on the stone-cold steps Sketching the silence of the day Your eyes were as blue as the water's flow You seemed so lost, yet so serene And in that moment, all I came to know Was that you were my one true scene Our love was a gondola on the tide A whisper on the wind, a gentle ride But just like the raindrops on the glass I knew our fragile moment wouldn't last So I’ll hold onto the feeling, I’ll hold onto the pain My Venice raindrops, your sweet, sorrowful rain We found the hidden cafes and the quiet bridges The secret places no one else could see You looked at my city and you made my soul alive And I hoped you would stay here with me On our last night, the air was thick with words unsaid Just a final ride through the ancient canals I gave you a painting, you gave me a book of your thoughts And we knew that was all Our love was a gondola on the tide A whisper on the wind, a gentle ride Bu...