No more I try to be the same,
No more I lay on you the blame.
We got a chance, we had some plans,
But now I know they make no sense.
No hope and there is no romance.
Will-o-the-wisp for me remains.
Untold, unfold, remissive things-
I freeze them all in memories.
With you my life seemed so complete!
It`s time to go - I`m to admit.
So far away you are from me!
So dark to fly away from here!
When I get close to rhythm-n-blues,
I realize I`m so confused
About the way the music moves
My brain and soul right next to you,
Always the same illusion grooves.
No more I try to be the same,
No more I lay on you the blame.
We got a chance, we had some plans,
But now I know they make no sense.
No hope and there is no romance.
Will-o-the-wisp for me remains.
Will-o-the-wisp for me remains...
Style: rythm`n`blues
Written: 2004
No More
© Copyright: Наталия Розова, 2006
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