People confront their fears sooner or later
A haste winds around the heart
People confront the facts sooner or later
Such as me
I was neither afraid of dark rooms
Nor witches in tales
As I was afraid of being without you
I have seen many dead ends
I have travelled many places
But I was never lost as I've gotten lost in you
Believe me I was never get lost as I've gotten lost in you
Close your eyes little by little
Give me your hands gently
I'd hold them and I'd hear you again
Close your eyes little by little
Give me your hands gently
I'd hold them and I'd hear you again
I'd know the value of your love