IRC-Galleria

Here I am beside myself again. IÂ’m torn apart by words that you have said and all in all, I know weÂ’re falling apart. Where did you run to so far away? And here we are to sing you a song. And there you are asleep against the windowpane, just like always. You said you like to hear the rain sometimes and all I can do is tell you the truth. Oh my eyes will tell you the same. And here we are to sing you a song. And there you are asleep again. Grasp our hands together, we feel we are one result. And here we are to sing you a song and there you are asleep again