Texty: Lene Marlin. Other. I Know.

I understand where you're coming from
Know the meaning of the words
So they haven't yet be said
I wait, I'm not tiring of waiting
Weak but I'm not sick
All those tears

Much to make, not much to keep
Imaginary friends, they might flow down deep
Storm ahead, we'll ride it through
Hope I'm welcome where I might run to

I promise, oh it's got to be sin
So I'll lose this but I'm next to win
So my journey's been made
Like a hiding, like a shade
There's just something wrong you know

Don't you lie, see right through you
I just keep it all inside, I'm about to lose control
I hide, will you ever reach me?

Much to make, not much to keep
Imaginary friends, they might flow down deep
Storm ahead, we'll ride it through
Hope I'm welcome where I might run to

I promise, oh it's got to be sin
So I'll lose this but I'm next to win
So my journey's been made
Like a hiding, like a shade
There's just something wrong you know