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And you call yourself romantist
-when someone asks you to love them
Under the lights of this small train station were I first saw you, beautiful being
I cant even forget the shoes you wore on the warm summer evening we met
Under the street lamp of this bus stop where I last saw you, fragile creature
I can still feel the warmth of you even though you left me here that long ago
The parallel story of a second life in the same human leaps past the wide screen of life
cried so hard I laughed and after all the sounds died out all nights still were so endless
it took me forever to realise the last train is gone, still if you could look over your shoulder
it's hilarious if you think about it so let's laugh some more, this night is still young
Under the lights of this small train station were you first fell into my weak arms
I wont ever forget the smile you showed me on the summer evening we embraced
Under the street lamp of this bus stop where I last heard your sweet laugher
All what I rely on today is a old, grey and too soon vanishing memory of you
The candle of life has burned down to the ground, leaving only a sad memory
When its time for us too to leave please leave me a short message before you go
Id probably need some time to get over you but time will show me a way
Under the sign of that bus stop I can still hear your laugher together with mine
Nicht viel zu sagen... x_x
Ausser das mir schrecjlich langweilig ist und dass ich das Resultierende der langeweile auch schrwecklich finde x)
-when someone asks you to love them
Under the lights of this small train station were I first saw you, beautiful being
I cant even forget the shoes you wore on the warm summer evening we met
Under the street lamp of this bus stop where I last saw you, fragile creature
I can still feel the warmth of you even though you left me here that long ago
The parallel story of a second life in the same human leaps past the wide screen of life
cried so hard I laughed and after all the sounds died out all nights still were so endless
it took me forever to realise the last train is gone, still if you could look over your shoulder
it's hilarious if you think about it so let's laugh some more, this night is still young
Under the lights of this small train station were you first fell into my weak arms
I wont ever forget the smile you showed me on the summer evening we embraced
Under the street lamp of this bus stop where I last heard your sweet laugher
All what I rely on today is a old, grey and too soon vanishing memory of you
The candle of life has burned down to the ground, leaving only a sad memory
When its time for us too to leave please leave me a short message before you go
Id probably need some time to get over you but time will show me a way
Under the sign of that bus stop I can still hear your laugher together with mine
Nicht viel zu sagen... x_x
Ausser das mir schrecjlich langweilig ist und dass ich das Resultierende der langeweile auch schrwecklich finde x)
- Eigenschaft