The first rain of March,
The wind carries
All the emptiness that is there
Fear of taking flight
News from an insecure world
Who will protect me
From those who stole my love?
And our dreams?
What is my place?
Do you know how many times I said maybe I won't make it?
I was walking slowly and you were already running
Leaving too many things hidden
In your soul
And I wish you could see my heart
Because tomorrow is another chance for me too
To start over
You read the wrinkles on the faces
Don't believe all the stories
That they tell you
Look at the life in the eye
You can also stay behind the mirrors
Do you know how many times I said maybe I won't make it?
I was walking slowly and you were already running
Leaving too many things hidden
In your soul
And I wish you could see my heart
Because tomorrow is another chance for me too
To start over
Do you know how many times I said maybe I won't make it?
I was walking slowly and you were already running
Leaving too many things hidden
In your soul
You will find your inner self inside other people
And it will be easier to understand whether to put your faith in them
To start over...