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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Fell Far Behind. Reaching The Red Line. For Now Goodnight.


Sweet mystery I've waited
Built this up
Contemplating shaping a start
I polished the face of my heart
A stellar first impression
But weakness wears the varnish
Coming undone
You weren't the only one

What am I searching for?

Take my hand for one short dance
In woe are my eyes
And in awe am I
As we leave tonight behind

Take liberties and chances
Find reasons to explore them
Make this exception
Forgive me for time short spent
It's not that we wouldn't have worked out
The way I see it, we'd work wonders
You saw it in my eyes
And they don't lie

What am I searching for?

Take my hand for one short dance
In woe are my eyes
And in awe am I
Leave tonight behind

Take my hand for one short dance
In woe are my eyes
And in awe am I
Leave tonight behind

A distant glance
An existing chance
To heal open wounds inside
For now, goodnight
Rest well, sleep tight