growing slowly
never in a hurry
at least not
to begin with
what´s the worry
silent whispers
in the night
be mine
until the very end
of time
it´s been a hell of a ride
and I´ve got nothing to hide
until the doors shut once and for all
I have to tell you I love you
one last time
when the the time comes to
when there is no room for cliches
when the time comes to
there is no room to waste it
growing slowly
never in a hurry
at least not
to begin with
what´s the worry
silent whispers
in the night
be mine
until the very end
of time
it´s been a hell of a ride
and I´ve got nothing to hide
until the doors shut once and for all
I have to tell you I love you
one last time
it´s been a hell of a ride
and I´ve got nothing to hide
until the doors shut once and for all
I have to tell you I love you
one last time
until the doors shut once and for all
