| Sometimes it's all about you | |
| Sometimes it's all about me | |
| And everything that we see | |
| Is what we want it to be | |
| If it's all a theory | |
| Can you tell me clearly | |
| What it is exactly | |
| That you still won't tell me | |
| What I need is a story | |
| Even if it's just a story | |
| What a way, what a day | |
| To walk away | |
| What a way, what a day | |
| To walk away | |
| I stood waiting for it | |
| For an end | |
| I almost knew | |
| Counting every moment | |
| Isn't patience a virtue? | |
| But if I held my breath | |
| I would've fainted so fast | |
| If I crossed my fingers | |
| It'd be too long to hold back | |
| There was the slide that | |
| I sawA love without any flaws | |
| But there is no such thing | |
| It's a gold you can't touch | |
| I'll stay waiting for it | |
| I'll put all my time on break | |
| Until I see the full page | |
| Any answer come my way |