sexta-feira, janeiro 18, 2008

Tell You

and each night and day
i pray, in hope
that i might find you
in hope that i might
find you, because
heart's can do no more
it always ends up
to one thing honey
still i kneel upon the floor
how can i tell you
that i love you, i love you
but i can't think
of right words to say
i long to tell you
that i'm always thinking of you
i'm always thinking of you
it always ends
up to one thing, honey
and i can't think
of right words to say