Your fingers set fire
to my soul and
it desappear.
We broke the quiet of this town,
now it's silent here.
And when we're back,
it's even worse!
Because, suddenly,
what used to be a hole to me
is filled with fear
that you'll appear.
Oh, oh, oh
My fingers set fire
to the pages,
you can never find.
Maybe if I wrote something perfect,
you could change your mind.
And all the things
that I did or said
would be a memory of time
when I just wasn't ready
to fill with fear that you would desappear.
Oh, oh, uh
Ooh, oh, maybe...
Ooh, oh, maybe...
Ooh, oh, maybe...
Ooh, oh, maybe...

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