A flower in the road
The sun made her bloom
Can I take her?
The wind is coming up
Warm up in my arms
I swear that you won't catch a cold again
I chased a sign that was gaven to me
It spreaded more light than I can see
I couldn't even had taken your hand
'Cause we weren't fed by the same sunbeams
You excuse with a photograph
Shooting pictures in form of lies
I tire you