Texty: Robi Draco Rosa. Commitment #4.

You're not the color of fresh snow buried under the trees,
but your skin, your skin reminds me of a forest without leaves.
I fantisized my true divide
We don't need to run tonight -- the pain I seize.
True, true, true, true disbelieving from far away. You'll inhabit the heart.
I wait... I wait another 18 hours and knock again.
I wait 18 hours and knock again.
The echo voices come from within
After hearing this I ran away, thinking to myself:
I'll come another day.
I wait another 18 hours and try.
This time around the ocean has seen the truth
The truth is I'm breaking down, thinking to myself:
Could this be truth?

We don't need to run tonight. The pain I seize.

Fear in my life... stay away.
This time the sound of the ocean sings.
I tremble in confusion, I wake up
I think to myself: Could this be true?
Seconds went by and I noticed you.
Don't give up, get closer.
As fast as I can when I came to the following night I was inside.
Fear in my life again (why?)
I ran as fast as I can. When I came to
the following night I was inside, feeling my life.
I wait 18 hours and knock again.
The echo voices comes from within;
after hearing this I ran away.
Fear in my life, I'll come another day.
I wait 18 hours and knock again.
The echo voices come from within;
A fter hearing this I ran away, thinking to myself: I'll come another day.
I wait 18 hours and knock again.
The echo voices come from within;
After hearing this I ran away, thinking to myself: I'll come another day...