I'm waiting for an empty stage,
to turn the light on.
My life is just an empty page,
I wanna write on.
Sixteen years old, going on seventeen.
I'm still alive, and I'll meet myself again.
I'll see myself again.
This time a song is no song,
till you sing it.
In this love there ain't a heart to hard,
till you fill it.
Toegevoegd door walter op ma 10 apr, 2006 9:51 am