Tekster: Story. Amelia.

Amelia, it's May and blossoms 1957
Single but bold
I see you, belle of the ball and
Hometown sweetheart, gifted

I want to tell you seize this day, let someone else go tend tradition
Take what's yours
No one else can tell your fire, paint with your words, sing with your voice
Take what's yours

Amelia, I see you all in white
And lovely, blinded by love
And he too, is beautiful and young
And blind

I want to tell you he's the wrong man
You'll look back
You were told that this is what you want but it will hurt you
You can't live for someone else

But you live
For me
For me
For me

He would do things to make your life easier
But never talk to you, know you at all
You were his showpiece charming as you entertained
All his fancies

I wish I could have seized that day and torn it from your history
Now it comes down to a life that might have soared
But I can tell your fire, paint with your words
Sing with your voice, nobody can take what's mine

From me
From me
From me
From me