12 acessos
It was a parisian fluke and what did i do?
I sat on a bollard and didn´t move
Although i knew that
That there is something i just can´t pretend
Confident men and their unwelcome friends
Always win in the end
Always
Read into signs like a knowing wink
More than i should
Emails that drowned in lovers ink
Know that i would
Make poor excuses for the things i never dared
I would have kissed you but the moon was there
Watching no-one care
No way
With spirit waltzing
I found something
That belonged to you
Years ago
The emails were drowned in lovers ink
For their own good
I´ll tell you something
I just can´t pretend
Confident men and their unwelcome friends
Will kill me in the end
Always