Middle of nowhere Finally you can breathe Nobody knows your name It's easier Shut your eyes tightly Clench your fists 'til they almost bleed Cautiously
I'll take a walk in the park where I met you last Sunday You were an image of love, you were Sinatra in some ways I went weak at the knees and as we kissed
you lay down Do you think of me? Do you hold her hand Walking down the street Do you wish she was me? When you lay down Do you think of me? Do you hold
Traduction: Écarlate. Êtes-vous penser de moi?.
Traduction: Écarlate. J'aime vraiment le Idia.
when you lay down Do you think of me? Do you hold her hand Walking down the street Do you wish she was me? When you lay down Do you think of me? Do you