You let go of my hand;
you say you have important things to do,
in search of something, knocking in a faint sound.
Remember back then,
when we played on the dandelion hill 'til sunset?
We didn't need anything else.
Believe in me, believe in me.
This magic you can create, if you only knew.
You're forgetting me,
forgetting how to dream....waaaah! I
(
Read more... )