So this is love in the end of december, quiet nights, quiet stars… and i’m here monday to sunday cause you’re fragile and i’m weak… So you fall when the nights grow longer into sleep and won’t wake up… and i’m here i’m sitting beside you and i’ll wait until the spring… So you drift when the days grow colder away from me and won’t look back, far away and i can’t guide you but i’m here til the spring…
Don’t you worry i’ll be there for you, don’t worry about me… you know me better than that. Don’t you worry i’ll be there for you i’ll catch you if you would fall…
Filed under: Chestii sufletesti, Muzica
