24, A SUNDAY IN FEBRUARY. MY GOD, I WANT TO SEE,IF WE ARE 
ON THE HILLSIDE. ONNE EYES-SHUT-KISS
COULD RELEASE OUR TENSION. I THOUGHT I NEVER
DARE TO KISS AGAIN. I´M FINE I COULD CONFESS,
I SAY IT. ONCE. TWICE. AGAIN. BUT YOU´RE KILLING ME.
LOOKS KILL CUZ YOU´RE SO BEAUTIFUL. A CHANCE,
A BREATH, HOW CAN I DARE? IT WAS NOT FOR YOU
AND ME, CHANCE A, CHANCE U.S.A. (YOU SAVE ALL OF
ME). ONE ELO-SONG HERE WE ARE AGAIN. LET´S BEGIN
WHERE WE STARTED YOU SAY. POSTHEARTED, SHAPED.
I SAY I´D LIKE TO KISS YOU OR AT LEAST I WOULD
HAVE LIKED TO SAY OR MAYBE YOU ALREADY KNEW.
TWO SKINS, TWO LIPS GET THIN, WHILE I COULDN´T
BE WEAKER. LOOKS KILL, CUZ YOU´RE SO BEAUTIFUL.
HOW CAN I DARE? LET´S GET IT ON ( IT AFFECTS
YOU LIKE IT JUST WOULD AFFECT ME AND JUST
BECAUSE I SAID SO. IT DOESN´T MEAN I REALLY DON´T
CARE. IF YOU WOULD COME TO ME AND ASKE ME
HOW TO GO ON, I WOULD BE THE LAST ONE TO SEND
YOU AWAY. I´D RATHER SAY: LET´S GET IT ON)