They say that my kind of love is blind some even say I must have lost my mind But if I knew I'd never kiss your lips again I'd rather die before this
I had all but given up on finding the one that I could fall into On the day before you I was ready to settle for less than love and not much more There
Have you ever said the truth In all these years that I trusted in you Have you ever shown your face When I was tryng to get safe A day before you hide
Lift me out of this struggle Lift me out on the other side with all these signs of a trial nothing will keep it open suicides and murder are revolting
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I must have left my house at eight because I always do My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper
I tried to tell you that on Monday The day before I went away I was always there when you were coming down I had to take some time, take some time You
Days before you came Freezing cold and empty Towns that change their name And a horn of plenty Days before you came Counting breaths inside me Even crack
Not a lot right now makes sense to me and it won't go quietly Not a lot right now makes sense to me and it won't sit patiently I'm gonna chase my dreams
i must have left my house at eight because I always do my train, i'm certain left the station just when it was due i must have read the morningpaper,
(Benny Andersson / BjA¶rn Ulvaeus) Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
It's so hard to tend The heart of this man And not before the day's gone I'm sure i'll hold him again I think I'm losing the grip Or I could let it slip
Standing on the border, waiting on the line Silence is a stranger in these troubled times I recall a better place where I controlled my mind We had no
I'm longing for silence I feel like sinking in it To escape from life Which like death Precedes me in every step of mine It is an imperious desire like
Speeches won't be made today, clocks will carry on Flowers won't be left in parks, work will still be done People won't be dressed in black, babies will
Al inocente lo linchan Al son de la calumnia En la odisea del rencor el gran inquisidor Y el hombre guarecido, el hombre guarecido En el leal, leal cobijo
I I don't believe in the same things I used to do But I`ve got nothing new 'cause everything is constantly changing and moving ahead of me Too much of
I had all but given up On finding the one That I could fall into On the day before you And I was ready to settle for Less than love and not much more