Sometimes it's all about you Sometimes it's all about me And everything that we see Is what we want it to be If it's all a theory Can you tell me clearly What it is exactly That you still won't tell me What I need is a story Even if it's just a story What a way, what a day To walk away What a way, what a day To walk away I stood waiting for it For an end I almost knew Counting every moment Isn't patience a virtue? But if I held my breath I would've fainted so fast If I crossed my fingers It'd be too long to hold back There was the slide that I sawA love without any flaws But there is no such thing It's a gold you can't touch I'll stay waiting for it I'll put all my time on break Until I see the full page Any answer come my way
Sometimes it's all about you Sometimes it's all about me And everything that we see Is what we want it to be If it's all a theory Can you tell me clearly What it is exactly That you still won't tell me What I need is a story Even if it's just a story What a way, what a day To walk away What a way, what a day To walk away I stood waiting for it For an end I almost knew Counting every moment Isn't patience a virtue? But if I held my breath I would've fainted so fast If I crossed my fingers It'd be too long to hold back There was the slide that I sawA love without any flaws But there is no such thing It's a gold you can't touch I'll stay waiting for it I'll put all my time on break Until I see the full page Any answer come my way
