IRC-Galleria

She reads a book from across the street
Waiting for someone that she'll never meet
Talk over coffee for an hour or two
She wonders why I'm always in a good mood

Killing time before she struts her stuff
She needs support and I've become the crutch
She'll never know how much she means to me
I'd play the game but I'm the referee

kertosäe:
Surrender
Every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender
Every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender
All the pain we've been torn into now
Surrender
All the hope and I lost she, was found
Surrender yourself to me

Even though I know what I'm looking for
She's got a brick wall behind her door
I'd travel time and confess to her
But I'm afraid she'd shoot the messenger

kertosäe

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed
This flower don't belong to me
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed
This flower don't belong to me
This flower don't belong to me
Why can't she belong to me?

Every word, every thought, every sound
Every touch, every smile, every frown
All the pain we've been torn into now
All the hope and I lost, she was found

kertosäe

Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask
Surrender
Has my moment come at last?
Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask
Surrender
Has my moment come at last?
Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask
Surrender
Has my moment come at last?
Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask