Walking the crooked streets
in the middle of the night.
Before me the shadows creep.
I wonder if this is right.
I have to believe so.
I have to give this thing a go.
All my life is about risking.
Only I know how often I'm losing.
I'm close to my goal now.
I got here, I don't know how.
There are light in the windows
but yet I stand where the wind blows.
Do I dare to ring the bell
and meet you face to face now?
Do I have the courage to tell
just how much I love you?
All my life is about risking.
Only I know how often I'm losing!
Skrevet d.
21. oktober 2006, 13:11
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