- cifra
Running fast, out of breathing
Calling more than my own answer
From where or when, I don't know
In hope to meet you somewhere, or there
I’m wasting all my will
No worries for you, my dear
I wander all my years
This journey is not mine
Faded roses in the backyard
Reminding me of how long it has been
Just a small place called our home
With my heart, far from yours
I’m wasting all my will
No worries for you, my dear
I wander all my years
This journey is not mine
Time is not on our side
As you come and I go
As I come back and it's too late
You are already gone
