I don't know where it is I'm going. I don't know what it is I know Most of the time, I think I blindly feel around just to see how life will go.
You came to me without a warning So overwhelmed, under-prepared And in our hearts, three words are forming, and now we're both just scared.
What did I tell myself when I first felt the flame? “Don't you open yourself up to another strand of pain.” I knew that the timing wasn't the right one, what a shame. Well but I'm getting tired of being right. Why am I right again?
You write to me every morning You write to me every night Most of the time, I wish that I could read your mind and I worry if that's right.
And I can't help it if I worry, no And I can't help it if I care I know that there is not a hurry with this love, and that's just what makes me scared.
So, what do we tell ourselves, now that we've found the flame? “Let's not open ourselves up to another strand of pain.” I knew that the timing wasn't the right one, what a shame. But I am so tired of being right. Why am I right again?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
