Years have come and gone, but thoughts Are lingering. You’re like a murmur trapped inside. And it does seem like the more I’m tinkering, the harder it gets to stem the tide.
Fanfanfan det skulle varit du. Fanfanfan det skulle varit du.
Know that I wish I were able to just turn back time. And if I were back at that table, I’d surely play that hand of mine.
And all the bells would ring. And all the angels would sing. And we would walk as queen and king. And the drums’ thunder it would rip asunder all the doubts and hesitating.
Time drives flocks from field to fold. Makes rivers rage and passions grow cold. Makes hope a fool and sorrow wise. One never gets that chance twice.