From the recording Queendom
Put your hands on my wrist,
And take my thoughts off my sick head
Give me another day, another chance to realize
All our story, our beginning and our end.
How many times did you make me cry.
All of these now just making me smile.
Have you still fantasies about my life,
‘Cause I’ll show you one of them right now…
Believe, our life is not a song...
Can you see my eyes right now
Still full of pain and saying goodbye
To all our future and all our past,
To all our story, our beginning and our end.
How many times have I cried for you,
But I was so happy and hope so were you
Now who will save me from all my fears,
Will open my heart to life to live…
Believe, our life is not a song…
But at least, at least we can, at least we can