Like a hand of paper leaves Stained from all the promises That you never kept All these dreams intensifying That we dream When will they come to something real? But you go away And you never stay All these bitter years That you leave me with All these dreams intensifying That we dream When will they come to something real?
Like a hand of paper leaves Stained from all the promises That you never kept All these dreams intensifying That we dream When will they come to something real? But you go away And you never stay All these bitter years That you leave me with All these dreams intensifying That we dream When will they come to something real?
