3 acessos
Dearest understanding, you have opened my eyes.
I could be what i should be, if only for our seperate lives.
Am i leading you on?
The hardest part of faking it every night is building up a bridge again.
Dearest of companions, can you open your eyes?
I wanted to sit next to you to play for you whatever you want.
You'd be singing along.
We're dying from whatever i thought we'd become.
I'd give it all back.
I'm needing, i'm dreaming, i'm thinking about the end.
The hardest part of faking it every night
Is trying to be the one who cares when they're wrong or they're right.
I'm tired of being the one in red, when you're always in white.
I'd give it all back, again.