Monday, 17 October 2011

The room was on fire.
But no one could save me, but you.
Strange word, 'desire', make people foolish (like me).


I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
No, I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.


No I don't want to fall in love,
No I don't want to fall in love.
(No, I do want to fall in love, with you.)