In the crowd, outside
Late december, no snow
I follow you
through the line
You brush your fingers
softly against my cheek
And when the moment comes
where everything stand still
I get the chance to say
all the words I never said
and the chance to give you
everything you never had
But I'm too afraid
There is a simple answer
Whenever you're hot, I'm cold
You take no space
I take it all
I press my lips
lightly against your neck
I ask "are those tears?"
You taste like salt
You gave me the chance to say
all the words I never said
You gave me the chance to give you
everything I never gave you
The words that should be simple, are the hard ones
and the harsch ones, they are the simple ones
I had the chance, you gave me the chance
but now it's too late
It's too late...
The words that should be simple, are the hard ones
and the harsch ones, they are the simple ones
I had the chance, you gave me the chance
but now it's too late
It's too late...