When I leave my heart on white paper
and love cries over the notes of the forbidden story
like a pocket fear is sewn
when people are watching us under eye
we are wrong for the whole world
and every time i loose you a bit
Ref
It's not truth, i know your touch
wet hands before goodybe
like it's forever
it's not truth that we are nothing
and everything you say, like always you are hiding, turning your head away
if this is not love
why do you always come back
When I leave my heart on white paper
and love cries over the notes of the forbidden story
like a pocket fear is sewn
when people are watching us under eye
we are wrong for the whole world
and every time i loose you a bit
Ref.
My life is what it is
you hide behind it very well
you don't need, you don't need
somebody like me
Ref.
If this is not love
why do you always come back