P0158. Zonder titel


You’re coming with me
Through the aging, the fearing, the strife
It’s the smiling on the package
It’s the faces in the sand
It’s the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands

If things come alive
I’ll say it now
I’ll say it now
Say it now
Oh I’ll say it now
Cause I want it now

How many days will it take to land?
How many ways to reach abandon?
You and I