I thought about it again and again
And there's no way out I'm afraid...
This feeling when I see the sun
Reflecting from the corner of your lips
This feeling when I hear the tune
Hidden in the depths of your smile
This feeling when I touch the wind
Bold enough to caress your hair
I am in deep trouble, oh yes, I am
No chance to run away from it
And it'll get worse and worse I'm afraid...
December 29, 2005
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