we had soft words, from time to time
we had nice words, from time to time
we could see friends, be friends
feel us... two friends... together
nothing matter at all
we were lovers, prayers
no big words, no sayers, but doing
and chewing our bubbles of love
we had young times, sick times
bright times, love times
but so short that I was sure
"they're ment to die"
no more fooling at the world
no more fooling to us bouth
no more crying in our dreams
no fairytale left
that can make us go to sleep...
(liedjestekst)