Every cloud in the sky, Every place, that I hide, And tell me, that I, I was wrong to let you go…
Every sound, that I hear, Every saw, that I fear, And tell me, that I, I was wrong, I was wrong to let you go…
(Instrumental)
It’s the little thing, that makes you crazy, Like a thought of someone, touching the skin, I can see you every, where I go, I go… You can feel out see your faces, Like a piece in rumor of the green, Standing in the reason rhythm, Knows if flows…
(Instrumental)
Every cloud in the sky, Every place, that I hide, And tell me, that I, I was wrong to let you go…
Every sound, that I hear, Every saw, that I fear, And tell me, that I, I was wrong, I was wrong to let you go…
Let’s go, Fakery daget though, In daget though, Here we go.