Rufus Wainwright. Teatro Verde, Venice

We breathed tired tears and sailed across the channel to reach the anfitatro magical island. Hand in hand, a race against time, goodbye Grandma, I hope you heard him sing louder.

What Would I Ever Do with a Rose?

What Would I Ever Do with a Rose?
What would I ever do with a rose?
How would it ever get me high?
What would I ever do with a rose?
How would it ever get me by?
How would it ever get the guy?
What would I ever do with a rose?

Sitting here underneath the bridge

making love at the break of dawn

Sitting here in the afternoon

making love underneath the awning

I'll then tell you in the night,

tell you this with a kiss:

Never does the dream come true
without the night
Never does the dream come true
without the nightmare

What would I ever do with a rose?

How would it ever get me high?

What would I ever do with a rose?

How would it ever get me by?

How would it ever get the guy?

What would I ever do?

What would I ever do with you?

Never does the dream come true without the nightmar.

Rufus Wainwright