If I had four arms then I wish two of them were yours
When the castle’s made of sand
And the feet are made of clay
There’s no reason to pretend
You can leave without delay
You don’t have to hesitate
There’s no reason to explain
‘twas my fault I came too late
And we couldn’t play that game
Wish my heart was piece of wood
I could keep all by my side
I’m not tough, it’s understood
You could never be my bride
You could learn I’m kinda guy
Who believes in his own dreams
And besides sometimes I fly
Hope you’ll never hear my screams
When I fly I always fall
At the deepest bottom of
Something you don’t know at all
Something I would call THE LOVE
© Copyright: Алексей Уваров, 2005
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