When the words are done
And the roses die
I´m being far from the
Himalayan sky
It is hard you know
Growing out of things
You cut a branch to grow
But it hurts still
And I don´t fit in
To the crowds like they do
On that Sunday morning
When everything was wrong
How she held my face
Said I was beautiful
She could not have known
I felt quite the opposite
But she took my right
Then she claimed it
And I was never
Never ever the same
And I was never
Never ever the same
So I´m asking you
To be close right now
Can you hold me tight
Cos I´ve forgotten how
It really feels
When all the weariness
Suddenly disappears
And I´m breathless
When you sing for me
Can you sing for me?
Ha-ha-ja, ha-ja-ja, ha-ja-ja,
Ha-ja-ha-ja-ja, Ha-ja-ja
Ha-ja-ja-jaaa…

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