He'll be home soon
It's too late for practicing
We never had to before
But if it's still there, it's there
And if it's not, it's not
And i can't believe those old feelings won't be there
Wanting me
We had both been
Waiting so long, dreams fading
Is there hope for us
I have even tried to plan our first embrace
And i can't believe those old feelings won't be there
And if it's not, what then
Can you shake my hand and say "good luck my friend"
I don't need a friend
When i whisper something soft
You'll be a thousand miles from here
