Long ago and far away Nightmare which fall into election would go dumb Anytime will be passing joy I touch leaves Slip off my finger like tears
This story a kind of you We walk on sand every time This story a kind of me We walk on concrete
Locked up insecure try not to wonder Dying to let you know Just a balance has not taken Charm your arms make my mouth water Waiting day dream shoes in my mouth
This story a kind of you We walk on sand every time This story a kind of me We walk on concrete
Four steps root to the spot Four steps in the shape of love
Your hand is cold but the sunshine within your hold The world looks so much sweetness What comes to my mind is the face of changing you
I wish we faded into one Me and view of the sky The sky is light grey
