The longing in your eyes is what binds us.
And with every ray of light, we hope that it disappears.
We should probably grow apart and stay for once alone.
Once I was told that we also must be the loser sometimes.
And you say I am a dreamer and still, I believe that
There is someone out there waiting, able to perform miracles for me.
Yes, I do know what to do with it again.
I probably lost my heart there, in the old Paris,
Where the glow in your eyes and hope left me.
We should probably grow apart and stay for once alone.
Once I was told that we also must be the loser sometimes.
And you say I am a dreamer and still, I believe that
There is someone out there waiting, able to perform miracles for me.
Yes, I do know what to do with it again.
Yes I know, I know, I know... I know.