It would be nice if we could sit and talk again
I say not more than just friends
It would be great if you could sing the song we wrote
from time when we were in line in thoughts
Spending hours weaving words of poetry
so you can later give them the melody
Maybe I will sing you a song about the mist
a sad song that actually never exists
And I will forget the words that very second
But somehow it lightens up my burden
Cos I say what I gotta say
oh a slight hope that you will stay...
the same
*For someone who together we'd fit "I want more fans, you want more stage"*
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