I look at you for the first time and your smile Is the only thing I remember from this tasteless night You seem to good to be true
I look at you, you're dressed in white and you're walking At your father's arm and the church is crowed with happy people It really seems to good to be true
I look at you everyday now in the morning your angel face As I wake up and you're still sleeping I think again, to good to be true
I look at you're screaming, I can see the pain on your face As you giving birth to the third of us I seems again to good to be true
I look at you and see your back, it's the last thing I will ever see Walking away, my child at your side I knew it was, to good to be true
