Strange.
I hear all the words you say to me
But somehow,
I don’t understand
It’s like I can’t catch them
And they all fall in the sand
I see your hands, touching me
But somehow,
I don’t feel it on my skin
It’s like air touches me
I can’t imagine
Something is near me
But I can’t see
Can’t feel
And can’t understand
It’s all falling in the sand
But somehow,
I don’t understand
It’s like I can’t catch them
And they all fall in the sand
I see your hands, touching me
But somehow,
I don’t feel it on my skin
It’s like air touches me
I can’t imagine
Something is near me
But I can’t see
Can’t feel
And can’t understand
It’s all falling in the sand
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| Auteur: Flyingwings | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 februari 2009 | ||
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