Do they really matter A few unwanted words Even if they are true Even if they come from the heart Do they change anything
Do you know how it feels To squeeze your soul in And manage a few words out And they are usually never heard A few unwanted words
So easy to give way So easy to diffuse A few unwanted words They die before you They lay before you They are only for you And still they can’t change you A few unwanted words
If you would only listen to A few unwanted words I am in love For hours I lie rambled Never missing the ceiling And I open and wrap my arms To find nothing in between Why can’t they find your heart Why can’t they find your heart A few unwanted words
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‘If I tell you’
If I tell you I have a photo by my bedside, faded And my thoughts are still sometimes, tangled And I was once in someone’s love, drenched And I still have a heart, torn Then do I stand a chance before you
If I tell you I find you clean as the morning mist I see you in the droplets of the rain And I can waste another lifetime Just to bath with your essence Then do I make sense
If I have still not touched you Then just pay a visit someday I will leave the flowerets lined from my door The light from my window will look beautiful over your skin And the sheets on my bed are waiting to be disturbed
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