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
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
Years went by, my art became my name
But my canvas only called out for your face
I painted you with eyes of endless grace
A masterpiece of sorrow, frozen in time and space
My masterpiece of sorrow, I called her "Clara"
My masterpiece of sorrow, a love that would not fade
Just like the raindrops in my Venice sky
Your beautiful tears, and my eternal pain
