Tekster: 7 Years. Shape Without Form. Here Comes My Love.

?Here comes my love? she said he came to take her everyday, after working just a kiss to satisfy. Smiling, tired in the same place so beautiful with his good step. She?s in need of sweet words, trembling for a smile, for a smile??Here comes my love? she said for some time lonely on the way, living in the hope of meeting him again. But she?s taken by the fate, by everlasting memories of those steps and tender voice that make no sound anymore? Crouched in a corner. Many tears are falling down. Then she falls asleep? Walking on a meadow. Run to look for him again? So??Here comes my love? she says and kisses him. ?Here comes my love? he?s living in her dreams? her love.