Can't find the right path,
Head or tail is not supposed to be a guide to trust.
Can't find the right pace,
Moving way too fast for our dreams to cacth up on us.
What's on the line?
You are. I am.
If it is but fine,
Who'll take the blame?
There is no better place but where we stand,
There is no better choice but to hold hands.
And yet, I'm talking alone, waiting for an answer.
But if you never were for real, then our love neither.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Can't find the right path,
Head or tail is not supposed to be a guide to trust.
Can't find the right pace,
Moving way too fast for our dreams to cacth up on us.
What's on the line?
You are. I am.
If it is but fine,
Who'll take the blame?
There is no better place but where we stand,
There is no better choice but to hold hands.
And yet, I'm talking alone, waiting for an answer.
But if you never were for real, then our love neither.
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