I think I know what’s on your mind
A couple words, a great divide.
Waiting in the wings, a lofty spy,
Crawling out from the foreground from behind.
Even though you’re only one I see, I’ve got to set you free.
If you dance on chance I'll never be the wind in front of me.
Take anything you want, it’s fine.
Keep up the slow life for a while, the night.
Don’t take it back, I’ll just deny.
This constant noise of the silent night.
Vova
