| in our own pace | |
| to a secret place | |
| where you know you can feel | |
| with a smile on you lips | |
| oh you know that it hits | |
| becouse it may even kill me | |
| without a soft french kiss | |
| standing on the threshold of our dream | |
| and i wish you could leave me alone | |
| on my own | |
| i've been around the world | |
| and i've seen all the places you can call home | |
| now let the yellow street lights walk you | |
| don't feel abandoned | |
| i'm behind you | |
| right behind you | |
| constantly wandering, | |
| doing something | |
| don't know the destination | |
| but it's a one that you can count on | |
| you catch me where the sides are turning | |
| i know i'll have a wall to lean on | |
| and you made me believe | |
| there was nothing but dream teams | |
| and you made me believe | |
| there was nothing but street teams for us | |
| nothing but sweet dreams |